Well, he'd taught her well. The lessons about anything related to war and combat, she'd actually paid attention to. If he could have only gotten her to take to anything else he'd tried to teach her. Couldn't have everything, he supposed. He'd like to think he'd done more for her than turn her into a damnably effective terrorist.
He shrugged. <"It'll have to do,"> he told her. <"And really, if they get bloody worse, people might not think to even ask."> Things like double checking a credible story sort of went by the wayside when people were being murdered.
Cath didn't miss Mae's attempt to console him over his mother. She knew the whole story and really it was the catalyst to him joining up in the first place. And nearly losing Mae had made him walk away from him. Maybe he'd known all along what was truly important, and hadn't been able to understand his father until he'd nearly lost the woman he loved. He gave her a brief, grim smile.
He chuckled wryly at her, taking her left hand and pressing it to his lips. <"A man can dream, can't he?"> he reminded her. Really, he had her still. As long as he still have her, he could endure anything.