"I can't do my job Corrine, if I don't want to get out of bed in the mornings because I can't. I can't do anything, now I can." Will said, adjusting his coat and stopping to offer his arm to an old woman crossing the street. Corrine's voice in his ear is loud, shocked, and angry. For a moment he considers hanging up on her. "Yes, I did. I did it to myself, so I could function. I don't want it back. Don't give it to me, I don't want it."

He took a breath in, breathing out in blank apathy. "She won't give it back. I chose her on purpose. The Harpy of Harpy Bay, father's eternal nemesis Viola, all she's wanted for years was a hook on one of the Cabot's now she's got it. She won't give it up."