They never invoke Matthew. Matthew, the greatest of their saints. You mean fucking serious business if you so much as whisper that name.

He buries his face against Carver's neck and clings to him, the knife clattering to the floor. "I tried," he needs Carver to know. "I fought the enemy. I got us out. I never ran from Turner. I never left him. I swear on Matthew I never- I tried-"