"That's the problem, though. Choices. Muchacha, for seven years I didn't have the choice whether or not to blink my eyes, and suddenly I have choices whether to let people live or let them die." Or what methods of interrogation is best. "I couldn't listen to my impulses to breathe if Edriss decided to hold my breath, and now I have these urges..."

She stares down at her hands, her weapons. "Too many choices. That's the problem."