She gets it. She's not sure why, exactly, but she does. That feeling that who you are will never be enough for who you were, that it will never be enough for who you weren't.

But it's too bleak for it to just be that. For life to just be that.

"Well," her tone is far more cheerful than it had been a moment ago. "That's lucky for all the people you're going to save, I guess."