[It had felt good, in the beginning. Given her a purpose after she had lost it. Yet it had crumbled away the moment she had laid eyes upon him. It didn't excuse anything that had happened in Freelancer, but putting a bullet between the Director's eyes wouldn't accomplish anything. Epsilon had showed her, Wash and the rest and stood by her.]
No, we're not, and you're not. First floor, if you ever need anything, right?
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No, we're not, and you're not. First floor, if you ever need anything, right?