I came here to change my mother's death. It's not what I'd choose to change any longer, if I had a choice.

[She lets that admission sit out in the air, wondering what sort of person that makes her. Now that years have passed, the loss of her mother doesn't sting the way that it used to. She's grown and matured, developed into a woman that understands that her mother lives on through her.]

I know she'd want me to change my own death. But I'm not sure that's a possibility.

[Now that she's gone and said that, she feels incredibly vulnerable. Her hand slips free from beneath his, and she climbs up to her feet to stand.]

And I also think that makes me a more valuable pawn now than I was before. Desperation makes people incredibly useful.