[It's hard to say there's a point at which she'll be done, if she really thinks about it. There will always be people in distress, won't there? There's always going to be a hand reaching out to her in the dark, desperate. It's not a good way to think about it, keeping her strung along from purpose to purpose, from one dangerous and impossible scene to the next until it kills her. But it's kept her alive this far. It's... something.]

You've got lots of friends. A lot of people do. And I can't live forever, it's... they're going to have to let me go eventually. Everyone is. The world is.