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He trusted her. She was his mother, after all.
Love, Nick knew, was like trust: a fragile thing that needed time to grow. But the
more it did, the stronger it became, and he hoped they both found that in each other.
wanted it to be real. I wanted her to be here, with me. With you. What does that make me?” “Human,” Nick said promptly. “It makes you human.”
Extraordinaries, both known and unknown: We see you.
We will be the lighthouse, the beacon, guiding you home.
