[she flinches. a tiny movement, enough to be perceptible but not enough to move her hand away from him entirely]

. . .

He's a selfish kid. He'd do anything for Velvet-- the woman who gave him a name, a purpose, a reason to live. I get it. Everyone is a little bit selfish, no matter how much of a do-gooder they are.

[. . . heh]

I suppose that includes me. . . who would never want to be a part of a world where I never met him. Or anyone else.