I love you more. More than this ship, more than a lot of things. Most things.

[ He watches Molly, side-eying him as blue waters lap far below the balcony. Fjord gives him a squeeze, thinking of how cold Lucien was, how he stood in the middle of that dark space and dropped the body of someone he and the Tomb Takers had killed, how unruffled and cold he was.

"A fragment, a speck."

Fjord waits until those red eyes that belong only to Molly meet his. ]

I could have fallen for you if you'd stayed with us. I think I might have.