I was dragged into it; neither of us have the courtesy of making that decision anymore.

[There was just something about getting in front of these people - of him, of her mother, of Reinhardt - that made her acutely aware of her faults and limitations. She burned with pride. She stands up straight and reaches up to rub her temples, taking a moment to compose herself. She knew she wasn't the only one Reaper had targeted, but she didn't get where Jack was claiming this was his fight when there were so many other people involved.]

We don't always get what we want.

[It's not something she wants, not like this, but it's something she feels inexplicably part of ow whether he cares to admit it or not.]