[She turns to look at him again, listening to what he's saying. Then she shakes her head. He makes it seem like it's all on her, like she's the one making him jump through more and more hoops. For her, the criteria has never changed. He's the one wanting more and more and she's just telling him how to get it. It's only because she knows herself well that she can state the terms so plainly.]

There are different kinds of trust. Like I trusted Poundcake with my life, because he was the second best shot in the squad after me and he never gave any of us a reason to doubt him. But I would never expect to trust an eight-year-old mute with my life story or what makes me weak.

I used to tell Teacup bad thoughts get us killed. I still believe that, even though it's more complicated than either of us would admit to at the time. She was killed because I admitted that she was my weakness. [Ringer searches his face, wondering if he understands what that means. He knows more than anyone how much Teacup meant to her.]

I trust you with my life. I trust you to come when I call- I've already proven that. I trust you to keep your word and to be my friend. I trust you more than anyone else here. You always want more, FDR.