Miles' immediate impulse was some kind of sarcastic joke - cool, so should I feel special? - but even he was smart enough to know better than to say that. Instead, he reached out and laid a gentle hand on her arm, the same way he'd done a few minutes before.

"I've learned that you can do two things with fear," he said. "You can let it paralyze you, or let it galvanize you, if you'll let me rhyme. I mean, you've lived a lot longer than me, but I somehow don't think you've spent a lot of it afraid. Not afraid afraid, 'cause I don't think killer-Valkyrie-warrior-princesses have a lot of reason to fear for their lives. But it kind of...I dunno. Boils you down? If you've ever wondered just how much you can survive, fear is the bitch that actually tests you, and either you break or you don't. You can come out the other side held together with spit and duct tape, but you're still held together. And you know what can break you, and what can't.

"So if it didn't end well before - whatever happened, there's scar tissue there now. Proof there was a wound there, and still scary to think about another one, but it's stronger than you think. And I think that you wouldn't be here if you thought that this ending badly could break you - or if it wasn't worth it."