[ . . . is beholden to nothing, she finishes inwardly. He saved her life once. Any imagined debt on his end is now as good as paid. To expect more from him would be out of place—cruel, even. It would be better if they were to never see each other again.

But she understands, maybe. Her stance is radically different from Ninety-Nine's where freedom is concerned, hence the firm set of her brow. Ninety-Nine would see that freedom shared, and that's a good, kind thing; it just isn't meant for everyone.]

Yes.

[There's no point in keeping her sentiments on the matter under wraps—not after what Ninety-Nine has witnessed.]

At the end of the day, I'm still part of an organization that's been built on bloodshed. As my father's accomplice, I ought to be destroyed alongside it.