Philosophers like to write books and make sure that everyone knows what they have to say. It's not necessarily loud, but they stand out when they can. [The big ones, anyway. It's an aside, a remark that fills the space while she thinks through what she's going to tell him. What to share.

Silence makes its way in any way, but she manages to find the words.]

I nearly gave up. Once when I was alone, and once when I was on the brink of death. The second time ... someone truly made me believe that everyone would be better off without that brand of trouble. That it was time for me to sacrifice. Something tells me that you know that feeling.

["I don't know how to stop causing trouble." They're one and the same in that boat.]