[And still holding the boy close and rubbing his back.]

Shh. It's alright. It's not your fault, Al.

Intelligence is a dangerous line of work sometimes. Some risks you just have to accept as part of your job.

[There's a gentle, reassuring smile offered at that.

It does bring back the sad realization that he'll probably never get the chance to hold his daughter again, but..Now's not the time to think about any of that.]

..And, it looks like everything worked out in the end. I mean, you're not a suit of armor anymore, right?