Libby sighed then and glanced to the window, "see. I do see it. The world isn't what it used to be. What it should be. I know there are places I'd love to go. To give people a basic human right. But it's not me your men bring." She glanced to Ryan and smiled, "I don't blame you. Never you. You do what you have to do, and what they follow is the ideal of bringing my concept to people who desperately need it."
She sat down then and looked to him, "they'd win if I didn't let it bother me so much. There's not much of me going around anymore. Even here. On good days, I feel like I can't breathe. What's worse, they are changing me. I fear dying, because Liberty isn't just for some. It's supposed to be for everyone. And out of those two, I'm not always sure what scares me both. I'm not supposed to think only some should get my freedom. If that didn't bother me...well like I said. They'd win. And I'm not giving up yet. They'll have to tear my statue down first."