"Your life?" Guy snorted with laughter. "Your life? What life?"

Abruptly though, the amusement in Guy's face disappears - alcohol doesn't quite have the same hold that it once did and so many things cut through it so easily now.

"Either of us?" He eased up to lie back on his elbows and fixed her with a dark look. "You made your choice in the end though, didn't you?"

His eyes lost focus for a moment, seeing a scene that wasn't now or here but in a dry land far away.

"And it wasn't me."

It might be that he's still bitter about that, among other things.