Esteban says that Stevie's mother loved him so much she was willing to sacrifice everything, even her life, for him. Which is true, in a way. But not a way he can see yet. She finally stops, in the corridor, near the door, so that anybody who might be standing behind them -- all the faces, all so concerned with getting where they're going -- can see her face, and offers him a farewell fuck. Just long enough, just random enough, that he'll get it moving again, toward the door: "That's crass. And it won't save you."

And when she asks what will save her, and he says nothing, she already knows what will: She can see the sunlight on the windshields of the cars lined up outside the concourse doors, the glints of their guns, the earpieces in the men that are surrounding them: Plan C.

Surrounded on all sides, with Esteban to her right and Guillermo to her left and the baby on her chest, surrounded by the ocean of everything she's ever been terrified by and all the things she's ever run from, she nearly smiles. The FBI screams at them to put their hands up, and she steps, just lightly, carrying the full weight of her on her toes, one last time, to the front of the crowd:

"I killed Pilar Zuazo. Please arrest me."

And then, just a little quieter: "Please."

The lights come up, suddenly, on a bright-blown certainty: The thing that makes you suck is the thing that makes you awesome. She's always known it, she's always assumed it, and it's what makes Daredevil Girl such an impossible, such a necessary girl. She's not falling, she's dancing. Watch her dance.

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