[She holds his gaze and when she speaks, her voice is unflinching.] Nothing.

When I say I’ll find someone else to kill for after Atlas is gone, it’s not because I think it’s right or because it’s what I want. It’s because it’s the reality of the situation. [There’s no sorrow in her voice when she says it. Only matter-of-fact resignation.] Atlas made me what I am, and I can’t change that anymore than a sword can become a shield.