[Now he smiles at her, a sunny little-boy smile, the kind he didn't know how to make before he came here to the Barge and met the people on it and learned how to be a real boy, the kind of real boy who offers family to a woman like Mira Hidalgo. He doesn't regret it, not in the least. He'd thought maybe there'd be something - a sinking in his stomach, a twisting sour feeling of uncertainty - but no. This feels right.]
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I get to choose my family, now. I choose you.