"I don't want to either. I'd be too old to sit in those little kid chairs and stand up again." It wasn't a joke he was completely serious.
Clay looked at Annie for a solid minute while he weighed the information he knew. She'd been shot at, shot, beaten up, thrown into any number of death defying situations and walked out of them alive. Odds were she would continue to do that.
He spoke again, as if he was working something out out loud, "I just don't want our kids to wonder what happened to you for their entire lives. It's a terrible position to be in and would almost guarantee that they follow in our footsteps. I don't know if I want that either, he paused, "But you're a good agent. You've been okay this long and all of that is not luck." Some of it was, there was no denying it. It's how things worked out for all of them. "I have to believe you're going to come home."
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Clay looked at Annie for a solid minute while he weighed the information he knew. She'd been shot at, shot, beaten up, thrown into any number of death defying situations and walked out of them alive. Odds were she would continue to do that.
He spoke again, as if he was working something out out loud, "I just don't want our kids to wonder what happened to you for their entire lives. It's a terrible position to be in and would almost guarantee that they follow in our footsteps. I don't know if I want that either, he paused, "But you're a good agent. You've been okay this long and all of that is not luck." Some of it was, there was no denying it. It's how things worked out for all of them. "I have to believe you're going to come home."