[ It'd been a terribly weak offer and Annaliese knows it – but his laughter isn't cruel or disdainful, and his words send her mind turning. The past isn't good enough. It's never been good enough and isn't that why she's here on this ship, doing everything she can to run as far away from it as possible? Why would anyone else want it, when she so carelessly threw it away? ]

Then, instead of the past– [ The ship jumps again and for a frightening moment, she thinks her feet might actually leave the deck. But the arm around her middle keeps her anchored, secured to the ship– and at the same time, she's trapped with no way of running from this choice that isn't really a choice. Now that she's been shown, she doesn't just see, she understands that this is something she can stop. If she has the power. ] Instead of the past, why not see that future with me? The things I want to see and the places I want to go– I could do all of that and so much more if I live, with your power!

[ Rain and sea mist stings her eyes but she forces herself to finally turn and look him in the face, as best she can. He looks so... disarmingly normal. Disarmingly human. But she knows better than to trust appearances. ]

I... I want to know what's out there. What sort of things I can see and do without being chained to the past. I want to go everywhere and know everything that I can and if you let me do that– then tell me what you want in exchange, and it's yours!