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Then he sees everything he'd thought they'd feel, knowing the depravity of it, the bitterness, but underneath it all – strength. The shock has faded, and they're pale and determined. His brother and his daughter wait at the foot of the stair, holding hands, them against the world, and silently beg him not to recoil. Strength, and a fundamental goodness. They are not broken.
"We don't care," Peter says.
Claire says, "It's too late."
Nathan takes Claire's other hand. And he gives it, too, into Peter's keeping. They look at each other, then at him.
"I know," Nathan says. "I know."