[Shaw lapses into a thoughtful silence, giving herself time to put together her words before releasing them out in the world. She picks idly at the edge of the couch cushion, and when Jet noses his head underneath her hand, she picks idly at his fur, too.]

The kind of work I do - I chose this, every step of the way. I've never been strong-armed or guilted into it; I've never had a Jack Crawford in my professional life.

This place asks a hell of a lot of you. I don't think those expectations are unfair, but asking you to be my backup would be. That's not your role. You helped, and I appreciate that, but when you needed to tap out - I get that; I respect that. And, uh-- Death was easier for me than it was for a lot of people. That's another thing that I think people don't get.