"Do you seriously want to discuss feelings? Next, you'll ask me to paint your nails," he answered, rolling his eyes. "How long have we known each other? How often have you seen me feel anything but pure contempt for people? I'm fine, Mike. I'll be fine. I need to focus on this mission; that's all."
Robert's head lolled back, against the backrest. He turned it enough to look at Mike. "The weapons and military training are things I'm used to. The kids not really. They are still stranger than the powers. I still don't know if this was the right choice. If she had aborted him, she'd be alive, and Liam wouldn't have to live this life. I love him, more than anyone, but I still wonder, and now he's going to celebrate his birthday without his uncle here. How many other things will he miss?"