1If ever there was a time that I wanted to get drunk, it would be now, but no matter what I pour down my throat, it still hurts. Of course it does. She's Parker, and now she's gone.

She had a dark past, and she can't escape that. No matter how many times she runs away, in the end, it still comes back to haunt her. I want to go down on my knees and beg her not to go. To keep fighting. She has us now, and we'll take care of her.

It won't change anything. She left to protect us. She went back to a life that will inevitably destroy the Parker we knew to save me and the one I love. She's giving up everything she worked so hard for, and there's nothing we can do to stop her.

Eliot found out who she is. He found out her name, and told me, so I now know that. I know who Parker is, or at least, who she was born as. Somehow, knowing that makes it harder to lose her.

She's a fighter, our Parker, and she knows where to find us if she ever needs us again. I hope she knows that.

I never figured her for a martyr. I've always been the one who will sacrifice things for my team, and if Eliot and Sophie wouldn't kill me for it, I would take her place. It doesn't matter. Parker's past wants her, not me.

She left, and there's not a lot we can do about it except hope that things work out for her.

I raise my glass in a toast that she'll never see. Here's lookin' at you, kid. I wish you only the best.