"Your boss said ..." There was a wry smile, directed at the floor. "That. That's me. But you ... do you know how that sounds? For you to ... you're nothing without this. You choose this over everything. It's killing you, and you hate it, but it's still ..."

She made a frustrated noise. "I don't understand. If you don't care that he could've died, then why didn't Tseng let me kill him? If you hate him, why are you still working for him? I don't get it. I never have. I just ... hate your job. And it's gonna k- ... kill you, sooner or later, but that's what you want. No matter ... what it costs. And it's almost been me."

Might still be.