"Memories come and go. Escape? Sure," her expression as she looked back at him wasn't comforting, a proud but bitter twist. "If the manikins killed you, that was it for you. No coming back. So we went in there, and we closed it, so the others'd have a chance. And... didn't come back."

She wasn't sure what it was she felt, at that moment. She gestured to their small cabin. The hum of the train in flight over the world. "Should've known I'd just get dragged into another fight."