Growing up, my neighbor was this old blind woman named Irene. She was absolutely amazing- always had this uncanny knack for knowing where things were, great timing. She'd say things and she'd always be right. I think now she was a mutant, but... Anyway, she told me once that nothing's set in stone.

So yeah- I think we can change things.

[She pulls him a bit closer.] No, and y'know what? I don't think you're the only person that feels that way.