[A quick glance at him, then away. She barely budges.]

If you're insinuating I'm secretly hell-bent on changing your mind about what you've decided at this point where the others aren't, perish the thought. I can't change your mind. I can't change your suffering. I can't. I thought I could, but I can't.

[She doesn't sound irritated in spite of her wording, just tired. He's drained her of a lot emotionally already, between the former Bond and in general; she doesn't have much left to give.]

But I will still watch over you, and you won't change my mind about that, even if you tell me it's naught but trouble. I suppose working from the shadows is where I belong, in the end.