You told me you wished I'd never come back the first day you saw me. Am I supposed to genuinely think you weren't over me leaving. [And then there's a small part in her that just snaps.] None of you wanted me to survive unless I could do you another favor. That's all I ever was to any of you: a means to an end.

[The Director hadn't been much different really. She had only been a soldier, a pawn, something to throw away when it was broken. She would never amount to more than that and the thought crushes her anger in a second, dissolving it in the swell of disgusting self-pity and self-hate. She looks out at the kids again, her expression crumbling.]