Guy: "What's going on with your face?"
Carrie: "This guy we're hunting did it."
Guy: "Wait, you were the hostage? Girl, you need to go home. Take a nap."
Carrie: "Help me find the Minotaur and I'll gladly do so."
They find a secret room, finally, and the guy instantly dies of having his throat cut open, and then Carrie just goes running through the tunnels screaming about the Minotaur, and you're pretty sure Abu Nazir -- out of pique, if nothing else -- is going to finally get at least one bullet in her ass. But no. She loops back around and finds them, just in time: The guns surrounding Abu Nazir, on his knees, as he reaches into his breast pocket (doesn't matter what's in there, or if there's anything in there) and finally goes down in a hail of bullets.
Estes: "Well, you're not a total fuckup. Good work."
Carrie: "A lot of random dudes had to die for me to pull this off."
Estes: "Yeah, but your psychic powers helped. Do you want to be at the press conference?"
Carrie: "Not really. I'd much rather just sit quietly near his body for like an hour."
Estes: "That ... makes a lot of sense, actually."
It's not just the future. Sometimes it's the past we travel to; find ourselves stuck in. She's not about glory, she's not about pride. Her service is much more humble than that. She never wanted to be the girl who saved the world: She's tasked with being the girl who didn't end it. Whose power holds her to that standard? This body is how she accomplishes that.
Part of her, the loudest possible and loneliest piece of her, lives eleven years ago. Horror and smoke and blood, all the time. "You must be happy," they'll all say. "You must feel so satisfied." But she is neither of those things. She is a girl who left the brightest part of herself back in the past, screaming for help. Begging to come home. There is a grim pleasure in it, but not satisfaction, because this isn't about a job well done.
It's not even about war. It's a rescue mission. This is how that girl comes home.
Estes: "Looking at you, I finally understand why they call this The Magic Hour. What are you doing right now?"
Quinn: "I guess going to kill Nick Brody, huh?"
Estes: "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. They're transferring the Brodys, security team's coming back home."