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[ there's a world of difference between knowing he's dead and allowing it to be true. it's the looming finality that hovers overhead when he and his old man cross paths. it's the understanding that he and mori try to avoid, the one they don't even whisper about, and it's a list of wrongs that he and the younger becket toy with trying to make right.

in the moment, hearing striker's alarms going off around his ears, chuck remembers feeling absolute. he remembers what resolve was like, an anchor passed on from his copilot. one they'd both tied themselves to.

yancy becket asks for details and chuck answers for reasons he doesn't care to analyze, much less explain. ]

Self-detonation in the breach. Two category fours, one five.