She shakes her head. 'Cassandra, I have already had much more than I can bear of captivity. A hostage can hope for ransom, and a prisoner in war can hope for peace, but I... I do not think there is any route that leads from this room back to my homeland.'

'And so-' she's firm, resolute, thinking that Cassandra may understand this, too, 'when I tell you that I will die as a Tradeliner, that is exactly what I mean to do through that door. I don't think our captor can drag me back to make me suffer more, if I die here.'