“Stina, please…”

“No… this — this can’t be happening.”

“Please, you have to understand!”

“Understand what? Understand that you risk your life everyday just for… glory? Revenge?”

“No, it’s not what you think—“

“Oh, right — sure. You believe it’s all for some noble cause! Saving the world, helping “helpless” people, making the world a better place, and all that crap.”

“Stina…”

“Cause I know why you do it. It’s because you believe that with your special powers you’re better than the rest of us! You’re so great and powerful that you can’t help but save the little guy. We’re not defenseless! What gives you the right to determine the course of everyone else’s lives?”

“Please… I really just want to help. If you don’t like how I do things, tell me how to do better. I don’t know what else to do with myself!”

“Don’t talk to me again.”

“THIS WAS WHY I WAS AFRAID TO TELL YOU! They all said you’d leave me… now I know they were right.”

“Goodbye, Phlox.”