Sheila blinked once at Liam words, clearly unimpressed.
"…That is a terrible answer."
"Well it's also an honest one."
She held his gaze, waiting for more.
This time, he gave it.
"You are not going to know with certainty that every decision you make is the right one," Liam said. "Neither am I. That's not how any of this works."
His tone remained calm, but there was a greater firmness in it now.
"If you wait for certainty before acting, then you'll be too late when it matters."
Sheila listened in silence.
"And if you make a mistake," he continued, "then we deal with the mistake."
That last part made something in her face ease. Even if it was only slightly, it was enough, because there was a difference between you deal with it and we deal with it.
Sheila realized he had not shoved the weight entirely onto her after all. He was leaving the judgment to her, but not the consequences.
