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You're right there.

[It hadn't been magic spells or supernatural things that had ended Rosalind and Robert Lutece, after all. Just an old man's paranoia and a young man's greed. For all their wondrous inventions, for all their awe-inspiring deeds, they'd died like ordinary people, their bodies broken and battered, killed by pathetically ordinary means.]

I'm glad, though. That you aren't . . .

[She wrinkles her nose.]

Frightened sounds infantile, but I simply mean that you aren't the sort to cower from it all. Most are. I can't tell you how many times my inventions were simplified and babied to make it easier to feed to the general public, all because they were frightened of new things.

But a place like this . . . I have my resentments. I have my problems with this world, and they are numerous. And I won't say I wouldn't bolt to my old state of existence the moment it became available to me if I had the chance.

But there's something wondrous about it as well, isn't there? About the unknown, getting to discover it all and go through things no one has ever gone through before. All these people gathered together, sharing in the same phenomenon . . . there's never been anything like it. I worked my entire life to try and open the same sort of doorway. To try and explore other worlds, just to see what they were like, and why.

[There's Robert. That's him, not her, that shining optimism and almost childish eagerness; the wide-eyed desire to see the unknown and push the limits. She'd thought that part of her long since suppressed, but Eggsy tends to bring out her better half.]