[She says it like death was another thing on her list of projects. It might has well have been, back then. See, this is what the City does. He wonders if she would be this blunt with someone who has never lived in that rotten hell. Probably not. He, of course, can understand it so well.]

[Her question makes him fall quiet. That dream of his, laid buried in his heart...that idealistic, reckless vision. That voice, that woman, had seen it for what it was, peeked into the stone cracks to see inside.]

[He had been tempted, then.]

[But he could not love himself enough to pull away from that ideal completely.]

It's a long painful road you travel, Miss Weiss. It's the type of road that could tear up your soul. [His voice is more hoarse.] Do you still wish to follow that flow? Even if you may not succeed?