"A choice, Sam?" She was glad he was holding her hand because in a moment, they were standing in the middle of the city. Her head was covered in an attempt to hide her identity, but all around them milled people going around their business.
Turning, she gave the person nearest them a gracious smile and a coin from her chiton. The man took it and gave her a loaf of round bread, which she took and then walked away. "A choice. You are absolutely right, Sam. The other choice was to let all the people who had remained loyal to my mother, all the people who suffered for thousands of years because of the love she had for Paris - because of the love he had for her - just die."
She waited as three children not much older than their own toddler ran past and she smiled. "There's a choice, much like you could have stopped hunting evil things at any time, let dozens and dozens of people die. Suffer. Agony, Sam. Imagine that kind of agony on a grand scale for thousands of people for thousands of years." In another moment they were in their suite, adjoining the children, and alone. The entire trip had taken less than two minutes. "I suppose there is a choice, but only a monster walks away. Is that what you want your son to become?"