Hal, for his part, watches her with numb interest: is he doomed to such?

He glances at Harry, marking again how much of his stance he ascribes to this bite: the stiffness, the hostile stillness. "I have come alone," he says, and closes the space between them, palms raised. "Confirm it thyself if thou wilt."

Harry looks to Kate, then glowers at Hal. He has naught to say to him; better to be sure of him. He stalks away.