Maybe, maybe not. The porter and I go way back, she had my suit for a long time, you know. Let it do what she wanted and everything.

[ He didn't know how much she read back, but he assumed it was that far. ]

I always thought I'd be the one to do her in, after she blew me up for trying to recreate her.

[ And there was the crux of it. Why nobody had ever gone back, why he refused to try. Because, in secret, he already had. Years ago. ]

I'm pretty sure of all the people here, she would let me die, Val.