All quoted text is Maya's narration unless otherwise noted.

Maya grabs the tendrils that were reaching out to her. Her eyes are dark, but she's on her feet.

"But."

Maya pulls the tendrils taught behind her.

"I just can't bring myself to believe in good or evil."

The tendrils rip, torn apart by her bare hands.

"Or that a line can be drawn between them."

Maya discards the torn tendrils and hoists herself up on top of the probe.

"All I know is that we have the choices in front of us,"

Maya stands on top of the probe, lit from behind by the blimps. The tendrils rise behind her.

"And I made the choice to be here."