"Leaving," Koumyou tells him, quieter, "running, is something I made you promise to do to buy time."

"She had resources, people, 'friends'. Unless you dug your tracker out of the back of your neck and went to live with the outsiders, it would have been an ongoing chase. She," Koumyou states with emphasis, "would have never accepted 'no'. She was incapable. No one but her was a person, to her."