Lucrezia knows many who would attribute the bad to her blood and whatever salvageable good to her Italian upbringing. Perhaps even an ape can learn to mimic humans. But perhaps everything is learned; dances, charm, cruelty. And no one is to blame.

"What would make a meaningful existence, Zack, companionship?" She takes the cue and steps away, placing her hand on his shoulder again. "Or some higher purpose. Destiny, so to speak?"