I let a murderer sleep in my room. I gave him a safe place to stay. If that don't mean nothing to you-- I don't expect it to. But it means something to me.

[The truth of the matter is, if she doesn't hold herself to some kind of standard, what will she become? Whatever that creature is, she never wants to meet it.]

I'm thinking if we don't look, we ain't finding shit. People come back here. We find him dead, we still help him.