He must've read my quizzical gaze because he said, "There's a bounty on you, you're on a spaceship full of ghosts, men who're trying to kill you, and another man who can't stop thinking about you. And yet I've seen your bravery more than I've seen you scared." He lifted a finger to trace my jaw. "Somewhere along the line, you must've decided to be free of everything you told yourself you were afraid of."

Had I? I didn't remember making a conscious decision to be free. But ...