"You're not tainted." - "You're not alone." - "You're beautiful." - "Do you have a home?" - "Why do you fight?"
Commissar Faulkner: "You're not tainted."
She adjusts her peaked cap, averting her gaze. “That’s good news,” she says softly, “assuming it is news, and not a platitude.”
Inshabel: "You're not alone."
“Never am. You know, the dead outnumber us six to one? I have more conversation partners than I know what to do with. Just … not the one I’ve been looking for.”
Ysanne: "You're beautiful."
The Factor presses a gloved hand to bronze skin. It glitters as her eyes close. “Did Lavinia put you up to this?” she murmurs, smiling.
Mitsuko: "Do you have a home?"
Joss: "Why do you fight?"
“Well, the other option is givin’ up, an between tenacity and surrender, only one’s a virtue. The idea that things get better is somethin’ I tell myself, an’ maybe it’s a lie, but the harder I work the truer it gets. If I give up, I don’t know what happens to me.”