"Right, well," Gene says, clearly uncomfortable with the...not quite compliment, but kindly word, from Raine. Partially because he caused the problem in the first place, sort of. Dante had provided the gunpowder, but he had lit the fuse.

With the best of intentions, but.

"Now that everyone's not at death's door anymore, I'll just go, then, shall I?" And he slips out of the clinic, nodding at Raine.