I didn't live in that fancy housing, you know. Charlie and I [She cants her head off in his direction.] we got a flat in the city. Rented it from the people there instead.

It wasn't the life I'd wanted to lead but god knows it felt more my own than living off of handouts like a lapdog-- no offense.

A while ago we went off on a mission. Simple enough, no fuss, no mess to be bothered with. But the trip back never happened-- and when it did it came late as anything. Too late, actually.

[Which, for Chloe, is one hell of a lot of honesty. Makes her itchy and keep on focusing her attention elsewhere, but her days of avoiding direct confrontation are long, long gone. Have been since before she left Syria.] Look, I don't know what it is to have lost what you lot did, okay. I don't. Never will and that's a fact I won't insult you by trying to argue. But I know how we got here, I know that so long as we're not all on the same damn page we're going to keep losing ground.