[She listens to him quietly, taking it all in and trying to understand. She can't possibly know what he's going through, what it felt like to be given something back he never asked for, but she tries. And finds herself twining their fingers together as she pulls his hand closer.]

It doesn't have to be. Taking away your choice, I mean. Some things are out of our control, but even if your Dad or someone else did give them back to you, you get to decide what you want to do with them. You could cut them off again. Or you could use them however you see fit. Or not use them at all.

After all, you're making a choice now, right? If that whole miracle thing is real.