But his wife was dead, and his son, his own genetic legacy to the world, was dead. This would not be his old life reimagined; a new life, a different and difficult life. The lines of this new life were already sharper and harder -- he was procurer for a junkie, his partner was naive to the point of absurdity, and his first mission was to find a man he'd shot seven years ago and convince that man to give him his daughter back.

That, especially the last clause, is so devastatingly sad. Congrats, you've managed to make this so human and sad and twisted and lovely and beautiful and I'm babbling now but that was just ... man.