She may be only speaking quietly, but Bart if paying attention. Each name, he mouths silently, committing them to memory. Jest, Nina, Ace, Draco, Hawk. People like her, designed for someone else's purpose, without personal autonomy.

He's never felt kinship with anyone as strongly as he does in this moment with Vika and her people. He wishes that he had names to put to the mere mentions of those so-called "illegitimate children" of his father's. His brothers and sisters that would never know him. How they must resent him for the position that he was groomed for and never wanted.

"I'm sorry."