[He sees the changes again, the way her feelings are exposed by her shifting colors. She talks about having no colors and yet colors is all she has. All she's ever been.]

We both grew up in the undercity. Whatever blue skies or nice things we found, we made for ourselves. We did what we had to do to survive. All of us.

[That is the most he's going to give her. He won't absolve her, because she's done far too much for that to happen. And he doesn't have the right. But he can't help but think of this new world. They aren't there anymore, and maybe...maybe Jinx doesn't have to go back. He wants to, he knows how much he's needed, but her...]

There's no such thing as "living like everyone else." We all gotta live our own lives our own way. You make the choices you want to make now. No one else can decide anything for you. When has "can't" ever stopped someone like us?