"Dad was proud of me, I think -- in that very nonspecific kind of way that involved not really understanding what i do." He shrugs. "I'm methodical, he's impatient. He's much more like my brother -- or my daughter for that matter. If we'd tried to work together, we would have gone crazy."

In any case, if Scott is honest with himself, he knows that Christopher Summers was never the father figure that he tried to impress.

He looks up at Sloane. "It sounds like you were proud of your daughter. You said she saved your life. She must have been --" Powerful, a warrior, strong. He suspects, suddenly, that she died on a mission, maybe even trying to save her father's life. "Did she -- well, did she know how you felt? At the end?"