"I didn't - I didn't want her to be scared - but Marcie-" he lay the baby down on his lap, looking down on him, giving him his little finger to suck and hoping it would keep him happy till he could warm up some more food. The baby tugged on his finger and it summoned another wallop of overwhelming grief and fear. "Trey - Trey overheard them talking," he managed through his tears. "Ar- his father wa-wanted him to be a war- warrior, and she- she said she'd raise him like - like that. She - she said he'd have a - a warriors heart before he was even fif- fifteen. The world doesn't ne-need another warrior and he - he - Marcie-" he said her name like a plea, begging, begging her to understand. "Marcie I know what's it's like when some-someone puts a weapon in your hand and tells you to ki- kill someone and you're too sc-sc-scared to say no."