That resistance was never going to survive, let alone win. Even if we all escaped, what life could we have given her with half the world enslaved and the rest living in fear?

[ Her grip is tight on his knee, fingers curling into the fabric of his pants. She releases them, smooths it flat again. ]

There was a portion of the dream where Flint and I sat on the porch talking while the baby slept. [ She touches the center of her chest in absent indication. ] And when we spoke of the future and I looked at her, all I felt was dread. At what I'd gotten her into. What I might leave her to face. If the choice is ever real--. [ She shakes her head. ]