"Ain't just one thing." There was never just one moment. Not really. It had taken a long time - he wishes he could tell her, could explain it, how it felt to be changed like that from the inside out and to go from being frightened of it to welcoming it. How in her way, she had been relentless.

Except he can tell her, a little. He said it was hard for him and she knows and doesn't blame him for it, but maybe it's easier now.

"You were singin' in the prison yard that first night," he murmurs. "You and Maggie. It was like... For a minute everythin' was different. Listenin' to you. Maybe it started then."