Hal lifted his glass, but just stared at it instead of taking a sip.

Rich probably had a point. Sinestro had screwed things up. He'd made his own bed, he was lying in it, and Hal had said as much before, when the Guardians had sentenced him to death after they started authorizing lethal force. He'd told Carol it didn't bother him, that Sinestro deserved it.

He'd probably been trying to convince himself more than her.

"It could've gone differently."