Finch was right. She was capable of terrible things. She knew the darkness—she walked through it, she used it, she became it when she had to. But she also chose. Every single day, she chose to do good. Not because it was the logical outcome. Because she wanted to."
"That's what makes it hurt so much, isn't it? She wasn't innocent. She knew exactly what the world was capable of, and she still chose to fight for it. She still chose to believe in people,in you, in Finch, in John, in me.