Hearing Noah say it out loud is both relieving and horrible. Blue squeezes his hand, a little, but he's already turning toward them: turning his back away.

"Adam," she starts, wanting to forstall how he must feel, but what can she say? She wants to reach for Adam; she wants to decry it: she can't. Nothing she can say can make that better.

Hell, Blue doesn't even know if it's true, because it's so clearly Darrow. Except that she does; she knows it's true, because she knows Adam.

What does her back say?

"This is bullshit," she announces, abruptly unhungry.