I'd always sort of thought we'd get to leave, eventually. Like the laws would pass and we'd go home. But they'll find ways to keep us, I think.
A little of both, she's been here so long she couldn't really live outside, and she's been here long enough that she believes all the things they tell us. That we're safer here and people can't hurt us and it's for the best. It's the best for them, not us.