I never figured out how she managed to spy for so long. Not that she's incapable, but once she gets to caring about something, she can't hide it. Nothing's held back.

Like when we were first together. She'd start with a tirade, pushing me towards the door, only that's not what she wanted. Those same hands went from pushing to grasping, holding on like I was her only tether against insanity. I might've been, too. That Organization takes lives, not just from the hunted. It grinds away at them until all they can do is hang on for dear life.