"Jay has a daughter," he pointed out, so quiet that it might as well have been inaudible. "And a soon-to-be-wife. Trust me, Gwen," he spoke, words only for her, "when I say I understand how unfair things are." He gave her a weak smile, stroking her hair from off her face, just a little. "Maybe I'm stupid, but I think your time's not up yet at all. And you'll get it."