[He shakes his head at that, looking down this time. Not because he's angry, that bit of emotion is enough to show that yes she cares and that's actually enough for him, which is why there's no bite in his words, just a quiet resignation.]
You couldn't have, if it's anything like my death, whatever it is, it's probably classified and away from you.
[He wipes at his eyes, hoping she doesn't catch on to the fact that he's near ready to cry.]
I know she is, I do. And we did. [This time he just lets his head hang.] It's my fault, Catherine, not yours. I'm sorry.
[He's upset and angry but more at himself now then her, if he didn't die, maybe he could have taken on Miranda's mission instead. He could have kept her safe or at least kept her alive a little longer. Maybe his death wouldn't have been so bad to be classified. Maybe he could have seen his daughter hit thirty.]
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You couldn't have, if it's anything like my death, whatever it is, it's probably classified and away from you.
[He wipes at his eyes, hoping she doesn't catch on to the fact that he's near ready to cry.]
I know she is, I do. And we did. [This time he just lets his head hang.] It's my fault, Catherine, not yours. I'm sorry.
[He's upset and angry but more at himself now then her, if he didn't die, maybe he could have taken on Miranda's mission instead. He could have kept her safe or at least kept her alive a little longer. Maybe his death wouldn't have been so bad to be classified. Maybe he could have seen his daughter hit thirty.]