He gestured at the ceiling—at the storm outside their bank vault. "Because we are far beneath the disaster now. We’re all just empty names now, in the long roll call of the dead and missing from the F-6. Everyone you see here—we all died inside the F-6. We vanished, we were consumed. You’ll never see me again; Jerry will never see me again, ever. We’re cutting all ties, annihilating our identities, and Jane, we’re the kind of people who know how to do that, and are good at doing it. And that’s the way it has to be. There’s no way out of what I’ve become, except to stop being what I am. Forever."