You. You listen to me. You’re going to be alone. And you’re very bad at that. You’re going to be furious. And you’re going to be sad. But listen to me, don’t let this change you. No, listen. Whatever happens next, wherever she is sending you, I know what you’re capable of. You don’t be a warrior. Promise me, be a doctor. Heal yourself. You have to. You can’t let this turn you into a monster. So, I’m not asking you for a promise, I’m giving you an order: You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die and no one else here or anywhere will suffer.