"I believe that.," Michael said. "She's my goddaughter, Jack. The closest thing I will ever have to a child of my own. I would gladly die for that girl, and if that is what is required of me here, well, I have had quite a glorious life. I shall not be sad to spend it for her. It would be my honor so her girls can have their mother.
"On the other hand," he smiled at Jack, "If I find I live through this, I shall not be disappointed. I shall gladly go back to my books, my pipes, my brandies by the fire, and spending my golden years enjoying all of those finer things I worked so hard to get. Hopefully, Khaat will let me visit her girls and perhaps spend some time at Tuscany or out at her estate. I've been gone from her life far, far too long. Perhaps the fates shall be kind and I will find I have some years left to do that.
"Jack, if anything goes wrong, do your best to put Brian back in charge. If something happens to Brian, jsut get her out and get her back to Robert at St. Mungo's. Flint Kenelm will show up there and take my place until Robert can muster himself up and about again. Someone has to know the backup plan. I'm sure Brian knows , but I want you to know, just so we're all on the same page."
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