"I've done some things."

An invisible hand gripped his stomach and adrenaline surged to his brain. He was a man haunted by his past. He knew he needed to talk about Kosovo before the memories consumed him entirely. Before he drove Brennan away for good. But was his partner the right person? Would she see him as a murderer? A monster?

"I know," she said, breaking his rapid train of thought.

"No, no you don't." She could never know what it was like, seeing that child covered in his own father's blood. Not knowing why. Not knowing the shot came from Booth. Only realizing that his daddy was dead. No, Brennan was not the right person to talk to, no matter how much it hurt to bite it back.

"But it's okay."

And that was enough for Booth--he could tell her.