Any port in a storm, as the saying goes. It sort of came back to bite me in the ass later in life, but...

[Nadine shrugs. She finds herself going through cycles of guilt. Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it fades to close to nothing. There's nothing she can do now. Done is done and can't be undone.

But this is why she'd told Amos. No questions, no real shock or curiosity. And she guesses no change in his opinion of her, whatever that may be. Maybe he feels the same thing she does, that sense of kinship and familiarity. The damaged kid in him seeing the damaged kid in her.]

I made out better than some. I think that's sometimes the best we can hope for. Better than. Even being here, in a way. No, it's not great. But it's better than some alternatives. And...I don't know. The chance to honestly and actually get a fresh start? That's not the worst thing.

[Whatever her destiny had been, Thorne had thrown a wrench in those plans and now...now she was untethered and mistress of her own fate. Sort of.]