[He waits for her, as she struggles to explain. But when she finally says it, his breath hitches in his chest.

It's not entirely unexpected. After all, he had called himself her father in the trial. When she had called him that the first time, it had filled him with the same kind of warmth he felt when Farrah first called him 'dad.'

When, years and years ago, Johanna used to stand up in her crib, squealing and shaking the bars in excitement, the minute she saw him come in the door.]

...I'm honored.

[When Johanna was locked in the asylum, he had given up on the idea of rescue, given up all hope. By the time she was rescued, he was too maddened with revenge, too obsessed with the thought of killing the judge to recognize his own daughter when she was in front of him.

He won't make that mistake again. No matter how much he wants to make the Wizard pay for all he's done.]

Thank you. For giving me a new chance to be a father. [He kisses the side of her head again, the arm around her giving a gentle, careful squeeze. Then a thought occurs to him, and he chuckles, the first laugh he's had in...days, for sure. Probably weeks.]

...And to think, Antonio predicted it before any of us knew.