"...I don't know who her friends are or the name of the first boy she ever kissed. I never knew that she wanted to get married, that she wanted a child. I never heard Tinga laugh." Max drew in a breath, regaining control of her emotions. Her voice was low but intense when she concluded, "we are more than our pasts, we are more than our training, more than Manticore."

damn so bittersweet. Loved this.

oh I loved it really it was soo good. I love Tinga/Charlie fics

Charlie isn't ever going to get it. Felt bad for him. Worse for Tinga.