"Silver buttons. Richard Sharpe traded them for a sword. I gave them to you... because it was the only use I could find for them."

It was a hard truth to admit, but it was the truth all the same. While not nearly so sinister as Richard may have made it out to be, the gift had certainly been solely to endear her to him. It had worked and he had gladly reaped the benefits of it. Like the entire relationship, it was nothing he could find any pride in. Only shame.