"I know it's to protect me," she glared all the same. "But who's going to protect you?"

And a quiet snort at the last part. "No, I wouldn't have been alive if he hadn't pulled me out the first time we met. He had to ask me twice to come with him, because I knew it'd mean leaving my boyfriend and Mum behind, but I did. I did it then, I've done it every time since, and I'm still doing it now. My choice, yeah? Not yours or his, or anyone else's." So what if she had to go through literal hell? Worth it, right? Right! "Giving up freedom for safety isn't living at all."