[ There's a sharp inhale at John's words and Jamie's jaw sets, twitching just a bit.

He hates that it's a combination of both. ]

Claire and I had another daughter.

[ He has so rarely mentioned Faith, but twice now, he's talked about her at length. Once with Brianna and now with John. Two people he trusts the story to. ]

She was born but never drew a breath in her lungs and it nearly killed Claire. I didna...I didna have a chance to hold her. I wasna there.

[ And because John knows he can't be a father to Willie, he knows it's another child he can't be there to hold or soothe or parent. ]

Brianna is grown now. Had a father who kissed her skinned knees, walked wi' her when she was fussy, told her stories, saw her grow. I'm an auld man now, John, strange as it may be to ye. Claire and I willna have any other bairns. Though, even if we could, 'tis impossible here, in this world.

[ And so, he will never have a child, from birth to adulthood, that he has a chance to raise straight through. Fergus, a son he loves fiercely, is as close as it will ever get. ]