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Aria:
[to Fitz] She's found us. We need a new place or a bunch of guns.

Professor Wilx:
Your weapons will be useless. They eat bullets for breakfast. You know better, Aria.

Aria:
Then what in the world do you purpose, Professor Wilx?

Professor Wilx:
Re-route the signal. That will buy us the time.

Aria:
The time for what?

Professor Wilx:
To find the Architect.

Aria:
We've been looking for the architect for generations.

Professor Wilx:
Generations to some, a passing thought to others.

Aria:
[sighs] I'm tired of living like this -- Always hiding. We're smart than that.

Professor Wilx:
At the least, you're living. Somewhere beyond the core, our real selves exists.

Aria:
Will he ever know? [referring to Fitz]

Professor Wilx:
I don't know if he should ever know.

Aria:
But if he ends up knowing, do we pretend to know that we don't know he knows?

Professor Wilx:
No one knows. [hides in the darkness]