[ She rubs her thumb over his knuckles for a moment. Patiently, Robin gets up without letting him go to make her way to where he's seated, brings his head close to her middle for an embrace. Like a mother and her inconsolable child. ]

Fear is the beginning of every journey, Iggy. It's no stranger to you.

[ Being afraid. Conquering that fear, devouring it to become something terrible and new.

There could be no love without it. Mother made sure her children never forgot that. ]

It will hurt. But know this: what you did isn't unforgivable. Hiding behind indecision and inaction is.