When Remington takes her hands and kisses them, Mercy’s eyes go huge at the sight of tears on his cheeks.

Mercy: “Remington?”

Remington:  “Mercy…..”

He struggles for words to express how he’s feeling.  How she’s given him everything he’s ever wanted and thought that somehow he didn’t deserve.

In the end, he realizes that he doesn’t need to explain anything.

That this woman, the only person who has ever seen anything of value in him, didn’t need a big flowery speech or long explanation.

Remington:  “I love you, Mercy.”

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On Earth, scientists can control their experiments as an aid to discovering a wealth of properties among terrestrial matter. They can both tangibly manipulate the matter under scrutiny and tinker with the experimental equipment used to inspect it. In the case of a new rocky ore, for example, laboratory scientists could examine its properties by sampling a variety of rocks, each having a different size, shape, or composition. They could probe the ore in many ways—vigorously heating it or cryogenically cooling it, and even subjecting it to varying amounts of electricity and magnetism. Or they could just hit it with a hammer.
—  Eric Chaisson