[Assembly hall]

(Straight on from Quill locking the team in the classroom and walking off down the corridor.)

QUILL: Ready.

(Dorothea is in jodhpurs and riding boots.)

QUILL: Is that what you're wearing? Is that what you are?
DOROTHEA: They'll stay in the classroom? Don't want them trying to solve any mysteries while we're away.
QUILL: Oh, they're such goody-two-shoes, they'd probably stay in there without a key or a teacher. Now, come on, are we leaving or aren't we?
DOROTHEA: Are you really so eager? The chances of you surviving this are
QUILL: I'll either end today dead or with this thing out of my skull.
DOROTHEA: Are you entirely sure about that? The Arn knows your thoughts, yes?
QUILL: Yeah.
DOROTHEA: Then it knows you want it out. And surely the only reason it hasn't killed you already is that you yourself don't believe that this will work.
QUILL: What are you getting at?
DOROTHEA: At some point today, should everything go according to plan, there will come a moment when you start to believe.
QUILL: And when that happens?
DOROTHEA: There will be no going back. You really will either end today dead or with your freedom.
QUILL: Then let's begin. I wish to be free.
DOROTHEA: And who, I wonder, is Quill when she's free?
QUILL: I am war itself.