Saturday will, if Adora allows it, rest her hands on Adora's shoulders.

"They're worried 'cause beating yourself up ain't productive. Being here and doing this - learning from the experience - that's productive. I get it - I do. People have died on my watch, people I was supposed to keep safe, an' with a lot less excuse for it then gettin' ambushed and locked in a file cabinet. Some of 'em I basically got killed by bein' a fuckwit. Still don't know how anyone ever forgave me for any of it."

She's not lying. She doesn't know, may never know. She doesn't deserve the trust people still give her. But it's given, so she holds it tight, because letting go would be a worse sin.

"They're not upset at you. They're worried about you. No one's doing anything wrong, least of all you."