She looks back at him -- that same expressionless, quiet, empty look.

"If you trust me . . . if you expect me not to just follow orders because I trust you . . . then . . ."

She presses her lips together. "Then . . . you need to trust me to tell you when you're wrong. You need to trust me to know when to protect you. And . . . you need to trust that I will."

Her eyes plead quietly. "Even when you're scared. Even if it goes against everything you know."

"I want . . . to give that back to you."

"You gave all of that to me."