( Her violet eyes consider him for a long time, their light faraway for part of it as his words evoke memories of her own.

So was I—and so did I. There's no shame in admitting that. Only a sort of kinship she hadn't expected to find in a stranger. Let alone those who've been out among the stars.

Gently, she reaches out to place a steadying hand on his arm; a gesture meant to provide comfort. ) Now we're here, whatever that will end up meaning. The people who brought us here may wish us to think we have no control over the course of our lives from here.

I think it would do no harm to prove them wrong. ( They're all free. That fence, these glass walls—will not act as their chains. )