[ He draws a long, deep, steadying breath. Holds it in his lungs. Tightens his grip on her. On any given day he knows that he's done the things he did because he had no other choice. Every shot fired, every risk taken… he did it because it was the only option he had. He's done his best with what he had to work with. They all do.
Today, that's a little difficult to remember. He's struggling. ]