I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"I'll be just as smart as you are," Matt promised, a knowing tone in his voice, a light teasing to carry them into the dark. He embraced Kate a final time, hoping that she and Karen would keep one another safe. Hoping that Frank would keep himself safe.

Hope. It could save the world. It could be lost in an instant.

Matt left, hearing Karen's and Kate's heartbeats on his way out. Hearing Frank's, when Karen spoke. Ignoring his own, which reacted to each and every one.

Frank picked up the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He hadn't missed the movements of Karen after Matt left. He didn't know what each meant, but added together, he got the gist. Who wouldn't want the good guy? The hero. Even if those heroics would get him dead one day.

Looking at Karen, it was hard not to think about all he'd lost. It was also hard to deny he still had something worth fighting for, even if it was just a shared cup of coffee and fighting assholes. Karen was something in his life that didn't hurt. Something that made the world a little less shitty, even if they were often dealing with shit. Even if this was all it was with them, he couldn't say it was nothing.

"Yeah. Don't mention it.

You know me. I always survive. Be seeing you, Ace. Count on it."