"Butt in all you need, bud. You're the one who can fucking think the clearest of us all with this case. We've all got kids, we ain't medical professionals. That's why you're here, Mark wants you to butt in any fucking time you need. We're thinking about the poor kid in a different way. But you... you see what happens when we don't get to kids soon enough and cunts like that bitch in the slammer are left to destroy them." Clint was still pacing, rubbing Zephyr's back. By this point, he didn't know if he was the one comforting his kid, or if the fact he was nursing him was keeping him calm. Whatever it was, in this moment, he was starkly aware how much time Mark had missed with his son. Clint only had his a very short while, but he couldn't imagine staring his death in the face. It made him feel sick to think about. He had felt bad enough when Ange and the baby had been at risk when he was born, and that was a natural cause, not this what Mark had to try to navigate when he probably felt like he was losing his mind.

He was nodding at what Hunter was saying. "Justin's got his dad's brain. Maybe some fucking mental illness can cancel out smarts, but not bipolar. He knew what he was coming to me for. And he knew fucking why. That doesn't mean he's ever gonna be able to verbalise why. Maybe wanting him to'll be too damn much. We all want the cunt dead, why shouldn't he? If he's remembering the full story, maybe all he wants is peace and freedom from her. I ain't no fucking mental health professional, fuck knows no one'd give me that job, but I think with this particular kid, who we've all seen crash and burn, the benefits of what we do'll far out way the drawbacks. The risks. Sounds to me, that as long as she's alive and wants revenge on Mark, she ain't gonna stop and she ain't got no qualms harming a seriously sick kid for her own gain either. Didn't seem to matter to him how she was destroyed, just so long as she was gone outta his life... outta his head."