This isn't about me. [Nope. No approval for you. Good thing you don't want it anyway. She motions angrily to the bodies on the floor.] This is for them. For the families they left behind.
[There's a real pain and fervor to her voice; perhaps some of it is projection, for all the years she'd spent thinking something like this had been her mother's fate; dead, lost, alone.]
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[There's a real pain and fervor to her voice; perhaps some of it is projection, for all the years she'd spent thinking something like this had been her mother's fate; dead, lost, alone.]