Fiona weaponized my heart.

But she did not put it there, and she did not manage to destroy it, and in the end it was that same heart — the one that could not let an old man die, the one that could not lock a door on someone in the cold — that survived the five years intact and walked me out of them still human.

She used my best quality against me.

She just could not, in the end, use it up.

“And two weeks after I was processed into the facility,” I said, and my voice finally broke, “I found out I was carrying your child.”

Flynn made a sound I had never heard a man make.