“You’ll figure it out. You’re smart…” Bishop murmurs and sits back in his chair, watching Sawyer thoughtfully. Still with that sort of almost dreamy admiration.

He gets it, though.

“I know you don’t know any better because of…everything you’ve lived through, but it was never meant to be that way.” He pauses and licks his lips, “Everyone is obsessed with Alpha this abs Alpha that. They’re strong, blah blah. But without….” He nods to Sawyer, “all they are are ego trips and strength.”