You want the truth? I’m tired. Not agent tired. Not “long drive from Quantico” tired. I’m tired in my bones. In places I didn’t know I had bones.

Because in Season 4, no one is. Want me to adapt this into a full episode outline, a poem, or a script scene for a specific episode (like Home , Memento Mori , or Paper Hearts )?

She looks at him then — really looks. The rain softens.

(voice breaking slightly) Then I carry you. Until you can walk again. That’s the new deal.