Hope. For her, maybe. He'd do anything to give her the hope of a better life, at this point. Maybe in the beginning she was just a job, but she was so much more than that, now. His daughter.

He didn't really believe in hope for himself, anymore. But for her, that was all he wanted.

"Maybe," he said, almost self-consciously running a hand through his hair. Hell, Jack was probably right about that, too.