"Ro, if you were a weapon you'd be a Swiss Army knife. One of the big ones with four different blades and a magnifying glass. You're good at a lot of things and it makes people feel safe working with you, but that has nothing to do with this." A little gesture between them. "I don't tell you all my secrets because you know how to handle dynamite."

He leans closer, voice softer. "No one can replace Glenn or Abraham or anyone else who's been lost. No one will ever replace the space you fill in my life, either."