Izzy remains as defensive and closed off as ever. Darcy rests an elbow on her leg and then her chin in her palm, trying to keep herself steady, bracing herself.

"You were wrong. You didn't deserve me hitting you."

Darcy finishes off the last of the gin in her glass.

"I miss you. I miss training with you and I've missed you looking out for me. But I can't do that shit again. If that's what happens when I let you down or whatever, then I can't. I can't do it, Izzy."