Something small and weak passed over Greg's face; a tiny little smile. Ah, good. He could still do it. That was a step in the right direction. "One of humanity's greatest natural defenses."

The smirk couldn't keep up long, though. "He said that, huh?" He couldn't speak for Aaron, admittedly. He didn't know for sure, didn't know much about him at all. But he'd seen how pained, and scared, and alone the guy was, in the barn. "Well, I guess we all make misjudgments."