I love the complexity of her thoughts on betrayal. . .

Nadia would be alive. Her father would be alive. If Arvin Sloane had committed one more deception, one more betrayal, one more devil’s bargain. . .But there was no intimacy in that hostility. They never betrayed her; she had never believed in them.

A great look at Sydney and Sloane, and at poor Jack and Nadia and even Irina, in absence.