XFilipa: Of course the Mask will hear of this. We'll be going round about it for days. If it's a particularly dull week, we may even schism. But unless you want all of Kieselburg hearing of this, I'd stop shouting about it in an open market. Saints, Mother, can't you find intelligent minions?
Zeke: You're all right.
Filipa: Are you? It shouldn't have been so long since I've seen you, Eziekel. You weren't exiled.
Zeke: Now, Fil, we all know one you been reeducated you a cangejo drone as can't think for yourself. I'm tainted goods. N'est-ce pas (is it not so?)
Filipa: Just because that's what they wanted doesn't mean it's what had to happen. Some of us came back.
Zeke: Some of us aren't Martina's only daughter. Belated congrats, though. I thought of dropping by the graduation party, but 'remember me? Once or twice you stopped your friends beating me up, oh look here they all are' sounded so awkward.
Filipa: You're making fun.
Zeke: Well, yeah.
Filipa: Why did you leave the Army, Zeke?
Zeke: ... I--
Filipa: Because you realized they'd been lying to you all along. That if you fought longer, worked harder, did more than anyone else, you'd still be a Greenie to them. That you had to bend yourself double for decent human treatment, and be grateful for the exercise. And one slip -- one hint that your neck wasn't bowed, that you thought yourself their equal, and you were punished. The boy I remember wouldn't take that for long.
Zeke: ...you always were a sweetheart. Best of a bad lot. But Fil? I'd rather chew off my own arm than come back here. I'd rather be kicked around by strangers than my own. I appreciate the thought -- but, honey? Don't hold your breath.