"I haven't, actually. This was that rare, once in a lifetime opportunity."

And God, what did people expect from her? Her whole life was stolen; all she was left with was this damaged tableau of a family, a body that doesn't work right and a mind that feels a far cry warped and distorted from what she used to be while the Yeerks mostly got off scot free; then she got whipped up onto a spaceship, into another war, one where she doesn't have to be a puppeted body and a bystander but a warrior, and people expected her to keep her head?

She realizes her fists are clenched.

"But, you know, rip off one nose and everyone's a saint."