Clair hadn't worried about refining. About polish. She wanted him raw and raging when they were in the drift, ready for anything. Maybe if he'd been more polished he would've saved her. Maybe he'd still have his eye. But he held Reed down for half a second till the jab comes unseen and they roll again, his back on the mat and his smile wide.

He can still do this.


He's not all broken. "Guess i gotta see more then, huh? Your point."