Re: Call [Honestly, and softly.] I don't know. [Though she's thought a lot about it, she's never had this conversation, so she's actually worse at it.] I want the trust, of course. That's years of hard work earning it. I practically stalked you to get it. [She refrains from outright laughing but the hint is there.]
I know I could walk away from this and no one would begrudge me. Well, not a lot of people anyway. I could do something “normal” but I haven't had a normal job in years. This became my entire life. I keep turning on my comm and checking my emails and running background checks because it's what I know to do and what I’m damn good at. No one’s better, and I don’t need everyone reminding me of that. I appreciate it, but I know. [The faint humor flares but fades as she continues on more soberly.] I just—I don’t know if I should go back to that. I know we all secretly tell ourselves that we’ll do this for as long as necessary but really, when is that? Someone else can monitor comms. Someone else can watch the city, right? Or is that always going to be me? Always Oracle and nothing else until that day again when someone breaks my body or breaks my mind or just puts me down for good?