[Vin slows and he thinks maybe he said something wrong; he's accustomed to being careful about being forward, about taking liberties. They are called liberties for a reason, after all, and freedom is not something he's had an abundance of in his lifetime.

He'd thought she was the same, but maybe he was wrong.

Then she says more words that only confirm it and he nods, insists again:] We kept the parts that weren't necessary. Because we like them.

Because they are what we chose for ourselves. [He glances down at their feet, to their hands, and then back to her face meaningfully.] This is what you kept for yourself. This is what you pass on.

This is growing by your own design.