She doesn't flinch at his words, doesn't shy away at his admission. She holds his gaze squarely.

"I've done things I'll never be proud of. I've hurt people in ways I can never make up for, abandoned them when they needed me. The past makes us who we are today. Maybe we grow from it. Maybe we learn from it. Maybe we regret it and maybe we're proud of it. But whatever it is, it's in the past. We can take things away from it, but we can't live there."

Her hand slips into one of his. "Don't live there. It doesn't have to define you, Logan."