I'm not sure I wanted him to turn into something whole on its own. Maybe that's a terrible thing. I knew that he wasn't Tommy. I knew he'd never fulfil any of that. He was just a boy, after all, who happened to share his face. But what I worried about was whether seeing him as his own self might make Tommy drift that much further away. Maybe I wasn't ready to let go yet.

Maybe I never would be.

Faye's question threw me, and it took a long moment for me to figure out a reply. Because I didn't know what I felt. I still don't. Nothing could prepare me for that moment. Maybe, maybe in the way that we thought of encountering our Originals it might have, but it just wasn't quite the same. It wasn't me. It was Tommy. And sometimes I missed him so much I worried I'd forget how to breathe. "Sad," I said, finally. Honest.