"I'd say you an' me have a certain experience when it comes to secrets." The ghost of Lady Comstock comes to mind, shrieking and bringing the dead back to life, screaming about how she was wronged. How she was lied to. Used.

"I can't tell you what to do. Maybe telling her now is a pain she doesn't need. Maybe we'll get out of here without a fight and you can worry about it later." Not that he really believes that last part. Not with all the blood, all the sounds. Still, nothing's come after them yet and that's as promising as it is worrying.