She glances down at him, her expression impassive. She's only half-focused on the Kevin in front of her, remembering that night when a little girl's voice had pulled her own out into the dark streets and nearly gotten him killed.

"Then you know what he lost, because he didn't learn when to give up, until it was too late. Because he let his anger rule him."

She looks away, contemplative.

"Suppose Big Brother had been standing nearby, while you were struggling, up there, even though you were properly bested. Suppose the chain had broken, and the blade had flown into him. What would've happened, if he were human, the way that little girl had been human."