She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.