"They were never lessons, passenger. Just two shy people sharing their art, knowing we wouldn't be judged."

Some part of Erin wants to say: would you sing for me still? Can I hear those songs one last time, pretend things are normal? It would be so easy to just lie to herself.

But honesty is a habit, isn't it?

"...Just go. I won't press you, or push you. If you find that wretch living in Giles, I dunno. Maybe ask your fellows if he's the kind of vermin you want around in your home. I won't say it's been nice meeting you, but..."

"...This is your home too. I mean that."