Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Freddie's shoulders grew tighter at the hand. "I don't want your pity," he snarled. He didn't want it, but he also didn't try to shrug the hand off. He didn't want pity, but what he did want was someone who understood. Who understood that the game was everything and that it had been perverted and twisted and that they had not only let it happen...they had helped do it.

That was why Freddie hated himself and watching this only made it worse. It only made him see that there was only one time when he had actually threw the Commies and his own...his own handler the finger and been true to the game and himself.

"They manipulated us both." It wasn't really accepting the apology, but letting Anatoly know that they were in the same boat.