He doesn’t fight her for it at all. Does he want to under all his self realised horror? Yeah, of course. She could be a giant amongst men if she wanted but that clearly isn’t her dream. Maybe it never was. He’s pushed her too hard and too far, already.

He’s realised that forcing her to do anything doesn’t work.

He is tired. He can not chart her life.

He has always been able to settle for scraps.

Izzy receives the leftover shots and pulls them closer, albeit absently to occupy his hands. He does not see the irony.

“I’d like to resume our training, if you’d be open to it. If it doesn’t encroach your independence.”