"Never doubt. This place warps people. You wouldn't recognise me if you saw me at home. I'm more vicious to start with." Both emotionally and physically. "I'm not a person, I'm a position. I'm a 'what'. It's what I was born to be, too. Even if I wasn't what was intended. God chose me for this, and there at least, that means something."

She nuzzled briefly against his shoulder, "don't have it for the people, have it for your duty then. Like I do. How else do you think I make peace with myself for those murders? We do what we have to, because someone must." The words are dry though, thin, and worse she knows it. Knows how frail that is as a reason, but it's the only one she has any more.