[She aches for this boy. She holds onto his hand like a tether at sea. She doesn't know what his life was like before, but she's learning what he's like now; the evidence lain before her in Alex's panicking breaths when they landed in their pod, in his dedication to solving the crime at the inn, the way Alex's brain put together pieces that otherwise may have remained unconnected. She sees who Alex is now, shaking and struggling to breathe despite the magic making it possible.

She sees herself, years ago, watching Terry Fawles drink poison and bleed out on the stand despite her best efforts.]

Maybe you have. We all let people down, Alex.

But those failures... they don't cheapen our victories.

They don't make the lives we save less worth saving.