"I fear that I would become worse than my father," Pietro said softly. Because that was his greatest fear, and he would take his own life before allowing that to happen.

As they shifted out of the plane, Pietro leaned his head back and took a deep breath. He heard Emma's question and smiled softly. "It's quiet. Blessfully quiet."

He looked at Emma and then held a hand up to cover a yawn. "Maybe... maybe you should ask me again in the morning. I can suddenly feel how exhusted I am."