"I play the hand I'm dealt. And I know my priorities." Maggie shakes her head. "I held off so long because this is an extreme measure, and on some levels it's terrifying. But on others? It's as much of a relief as John Gaius modifying my skin, or Sweeney giving me pills to prevent transmission of the unamplified virus. A weight lifted. The assurance that I've done something, that the chances of ever harming someone like that again have gone way down."

Softly, "You can tell me it's not my fault all you want, but that doesn't do anything about the guilt in my head and my heart and the pit of my stomach."