[Hands numb, Therion takes a step back from his podium. For just a moment, his eyes are wide, face drained of color--more like she struck him physically than said anything. Then his expression hardens. Then, it twists into something more like grief. He looks away.]

...I knew you reminded me of him.

[He curls his hands into fists.]

Sorry, Anna. But I won't die for something like that. And I won't let anyone else lose to you, either.