[ Contrary to Charles, Odessa's surface remains very, very still. That in itself is the tell that he's touched something. She remembers Marcus' death. He provided the distraction, and died for it. And she lived. That one wasn't even her design. They were supposed to make it out together. She was not supposed to do this alone. ]

I've told you of my people's struggles. You know that I would sooner go down fighting than be locked in another gilded cage, a puppet on strings. I would not be here if I did not believe in what I'm doing.