I’ve watched 67 people die and, at the moment of truth, I looked into their eyes and they knew and I knew they got what they deserved. But what if that’s not what happens? If you don’t get what you deserve? If what you deserve is a white picket fence and your kids all around and a husband who loves you? What if the least you deserve is a real human being and what you get instead is me?
"Keeping the truth from the people closest to you is how you’ll survive, and how you’ll protect them if anything ever goes wrong." — Harry Morgan
Debra- hairstyles throughout the series
Someone I don’t have to pretend around.
Someone, like me.