Thank you... for saying that. [Marina echoes back to him, something she remembers him saying to her in all sincerity, before she melted down. She sits up in bed and pulls her legs up close to her chest, folding her hands over her knees...]

I reacted like that because... I can be that kind of person. Usually, I'm so sure sure of who I am. Then I'll slip up. [she sighs, closes her eyes, rests her head on her hands. She's very tired, Daan. Not from one bad night, but from so, so many. Not as many as him, but again, not a competition of suffering.]

Do something he would do. Reminds me that that blood is my blood... [it stops with her, she thinks. The world would be better with fewer Dark Priests in it. The Domek's end with her. Last stop on the train.]