...I'm just worried it won't stay the past. That's not anyone else's problem but mine.

[She laughs, rather bitterly.] I was going to be a doctor, and now I'm two-hundred twenty-five million kilometers from everything I ever new to be lectured on how to be a soldier of fortune. I know better than anyone I can only go forward, but forgive me if I can't help but find a sort of bleak irony to all this.

But as for the Dyne, I don't have answers I'm going to discuss with a guy I've known one night, even if was rather fantastically memorable, no offense.