[Fair enough. Not many people knew exactly what they wanted to be remembered as or associated with. Elizabeth didn't even know. She's quiet for a moment, thinking about what to say. And how to say it.]

Can you choose here? [Elizabeth looks back up from their hands.] Some people can choose what they want for themselves here, because they don't have the responsibilities they had in their world. But I suppose some can't escape what they've always been or what they think they are.

But I don't see a rifle when I look at you. [She tilts her head, trying to smile again.] I see someone I trust to kiss me, and walk me home.