"No," April said firmly. "I am not too good for you, and you are wrong. You are not a criminal, you were one. Past tense. You do not commit crimes any longer."
She frowned at the not in war comment. "What do you mean not just in war?" But then she shook her head, because it wasn't important and because she wasn't even sure she wanted to know. "You know what, it doesn't matter. None of it matters because it's not who you are. I know the man you are, I can see him in your face, I can feel him in your hands. He is real - you are real. You are not a killer, or a criminal, you're a cook looking for work. A husband wanting to take care of his wife and a father to be who loves his unborn daughter very much."