[They need... they need to think. To plan. To quash down this helpless anger at the inescapable reality, the unsolvable problem of - how do you make someone who will never be sorry feel what it's like to suffer the way they made someone else suffer? How do you make them care what they did?

Helplessness is not who they are. They're the one who plots. Who makes things happen. They just - they just have to think.]

If they ever start trusting us.

We took choice away from them. Wouldn't give them what they wanted. I don't think they're going to let that go so effortlessly.

[They've had choice taken away from them enough as it is, haven't they?]