Hank MacLean (to Lucy): I loved your mother. But she stopped being your mother when she left home. When she took you into danger. You've seen what it's like up here. Everyone equally afraid, equally miserable. Forced to do horrible things in order to survive. Lucy... I had to make a choice. Between their violent world and our peaceful one. And I believe, Lucy, I know I made the right choice. If the problem with the world is factions endlessly fighting, endlessly at war, then what is the solution but to get rid of the factions? To make the world us, only ours to shape.