There's a very faint smile, a little nod of her head; she understands. Maybe that's the deeper meaning behind what's happened, maybe that's what she should carry away with her.
She does intend to fight. She always had, but there's a new urgency and sense of purpose to it now, there's someone whose death, she feels, needs to never wind up in vain.
"Maybe they keep fighting for the ones who can't. Who never could. Or can't anymore." She pauses, and then she turns toward Jack. "They killed my friend, Jack. The vigilante whose head they wanted, he-- I didn't know he was doing all that, he never told me. But I knew he was a good man." Her mouth twists a little with the effort not to cry all over again. "Whatever else he was, he was a good man, and I can't let his death be for nothing."
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She does intend to fight. She always had, but there's a new urgency and sense of purpose to it now, there's someone whose death, she feels, needs to never wind up in vain.
"Maybe they keep fighting for the ones who can't. Who never could. Or can't anymore." She pauses, and then she turns toward Jack. "They killed my friend, Jack. The vigilante whose head they wanted, he-- I didn't know he was doing all that, he never told me. But I knew he was a good man." Her mouth twists a little with the effort not to cry all over again. "Whatever else he was, he was a good man, and I can't let his death be for nothing."