"Don't what?" It's barely a whisper; Erin doesn't flinch from the strikes, doesn't try to protect herself even as the Aura flickers, even as she feels it strain her soul. "This is what you said you wanted. This is what you said we're all supposed to be. Big badasses, right? The master hunters, loving nothing. Not even the kill, really."

"Go on. Take me. My body is yours and when you step over it you can beat down the bridge door and finish what you think I'm too weak to even start."

(PETERS. SHE'S GOING TO KILL US.)

Then that's what we get for assuming.

(PETERS -)

No. Not this time. Someone believed in us, remember? The people here believed in us too.

We can believe in Daisy. Or we can die trying.