ROMANA: I’m really not quite as bad as you would paint me, Leela.

LEELA: No. My spirit is simply angry. So much has happened to me, so much death hovers around us, and yet nothing was avenged.

ROMANA: Because it didn’t happen.

LEELA: But it did! I know that words mean little here, but when even actions count for nothing… when the things we live through, that shape us, can be wiped away like footprints in dust, changed, then where is the meaning?