"Jesus, you're paranoid." And not even the way they were. "There was no punishment at all. Vance wanted you to work with the kids and you worked with the kids. At the school, we needed something completely different and that's what we did. You couldn't drive on those roads, you couldn't shoot. You trained with the rest of the office personnel, because that was what you could do. Or do you think that Nell and Brian and Sean were there for punishment too? We don't do punishment. We put people where we need them."
Derek snorted. "So we're back to you and your feelings. You know, you two have decided, and that's fine. I won't try to change your minds again, but don't tell me this is for the good of the team, or even for your daughter's future. This is for you, both of you, because you don't feel appreciated. You think that we're some kind of drones, following what our superiors tell us without thinking and April? I don't know why you think that the government would turn anyone into a criminal or a killer, and I'd truly like to know where you got that deluded idea, especially if you're using it not to give Eve a decent future. When you're willing to talk about whatever story you think you know, I'll be happy to listen."
He reached for the handle to go, but still looked at them. "I said my peace, but I hope you'll reconsider, for your daughter's sake, because Eliot, you've mentioned how you felt, but you hadn't said anything about what I said about the future and being the grand profiler I am, I know it's because you know that I'm right. That in dimensions with no contacts, you'll be nothing but low level criminals always on the run. That in our dimension, you'll be hunted down like an animal. That there is only one choice if you want to give her a future. I know that you know, because when you don't like the options, you scowl and change the subject. You don't like to face reality, but this time, it's not you or April paying the price. Think about that."