[Ana flinches. Her daughter was one of her weaknesses. Jack knew this. She's talked to him before everything went to hell, about how she wanted the best for her daughter, how she was afraid the job may somehow transform her into a worse mother. For him to bring it up is a low blow. She understands where his anger bubbles from, but seeing a blow coming doesn't make it hurt any less.]

I know.

[Curt. What else is there to say? There's many who'd see her retreat from the world as cowardice and selfishness. If she were in Jack's shoes, she'd see it that way. What sort of soldier abandons their comrades?

But times have changed. Neither of them are the good soldiers they were trained to be.]

I left her a letter, not long after I disappeared.

[Admitting it is cruel. To have reached out to her daughter, yes, that was understandable. Jack, Gabe? They would've expected it. Yet--]

Contacting you, however... you must understand. It was far too risky. You had many eyes watching you, Jack.