Wyatt understood his anger, his disgust... but he couldn't also help but appreciate - just slightly - being believed so readily. He was so used to the disbelief, to being called it liar - it was rather nice to be accepted.

If only it weren't for something so awful.

"An' they don't always do it," he murmured, drawl more pronounced as his voice grew heavy. Weary. "There's always some, every arena, that get left behind."