[And Henry is bursting with pride, too. Alec did spectacularly, and all for his sake. The thought is a warm constriction around his heart, despite the way his blood still rushes through his veins.]

More than approve. There wasn't a minute I spent in that lab where I didn't imagine fanciful ways of killing that man. Even on good days.

[Even on the days where nothing notable happened; days where he could have a conversation with Brenner and not feel every ounce of hatred boiling up in him. Those days existed, too, but that anger never left him. Knowing he was a prisoner was never something he forgot about.]

In a way, you've just freed me from another prison. His memory, always lingering.