You know, I've always admired you for seeming so selfless and trying to shift the blame to yourself, but then I got to thinking...." He turned around to address her directly, and his eyes were colder than she'd ever seen them. "Maybe you just can't stand the thought of everything not being about you.

Why? Why are you doing this?""Because, even though you sometimes make my job ten times harder than it needs to be, I've never doubted your abilities for a second.

She ran her fingers over the stock and down the barrel, then drew in a sharp breath and paused.This was the gun she'd killed Soren Tarbic with.

Is she always like this?""Like what? A sociopathic shouka? Not always, if you can believe it. Is she always damn good at what she does? Yes. Always.

You're a killer.... I never did peg you for an ordinary field agent. The way you carry yourself, the apathy in your eyes -- dangerous people recognize these things in other dangerous people.

Do you remember when you came in and got me out of the harvesting room at Dakiti? I hadn't expected to ever see you again, and you just said--""Of course I came back, you idiot.

You didn't have to do this, you know. I would have been fine.""No, you wouldn't have. You would have done everything in your power to make sure everyone thought you were fine.