"I know," he says, voice cracking as he cradles her face, forehead pressing to her. "Gods, I know." He feels like he's failed them both a dozen times times over, having dragged her into Piaget's nonsense, having lost her the first time, having been kidnapped, having forced her to be a part of ending his feud with the man permanently.

It breaks his heart the way she says his name and squeezes him, so he holds her back, fresh tears trailing down his cheeks. "We did everything we could," he says. "Piaget was going to hurt more people. I should have done that years ago, I just --" Didn't have the stomach for it. Wanted the man to change, to move on.