[day after day] [min waits] [for something to happen.] [nothing does.] [And then--] {-Protecting them.-} ...What? {-Protecting the things you love.-} {-If you wither away here-} {-They'll wither too-} {-Just like flowers.-} . . . {-You can bust out of here.-} {-You always could have.-} {-It's been almost a year.-} {-I'm sorry I kept this from you.-} . . . [Min stares at Nyghtshade in disbelief.] I- I don't understand. [Nyghtshade stares directly at Min.] {-You can get out of here.-} ...How? {-Use your anger. Use your resentment. Use your pain. Use anything. You can leave.-} [After a moment, Min raises her arm and uses the vines to rip through the side of the train.] ... I did it. {-...-} [Min steps out of the train.] I- I'm going to find them. [She looks back at Nyghtshade, a subtle, burning darkness in her eyes.] Don't stop me. [Min leaves Nyghtshade behind. They stand there, waiting, ready, for whatever is next.]
