Canada exhaled. Some part of her had been waiting for so long to hear those words. To hear that everything was for her, to hear that everything that seemed so mysterious actually made sense, to hear that in the end people did terrible things because of love. A tension that had gripped her by the base of the neck for so long started to relax.

It almost made her forget it wasn't Tirzah who was saying it.

It almost made it not matter.

Her dreams had become tangled indeed if this moment felt like they were coming true. 

She tried to give the next line, rehearsed endlessly in her imagining: [i]"I can't be safe until everyone else is safe. Come - we can still make this right."[/i] It didn't make it out. Come on, straighten up Canada. Be the hero that everyone needs. Deep breaths, one sentence. "I can't -" try again, just swallow and try again, "I can't!" her face is bruised, her back and knees ache, just struggle through it like you always do. Every punch you take is one you saved someone else from. "I don't deserve to be safe."

Ah. A mistake.

"I'm not the hero this world needs. I'm not a saviour they can rely on. I'm weak and blind, and all I can try to do is make up for the damage I've already caused," she said. "After that I won't get in your way any more..."