Ruthless. I remember thinking they are fucking ruthless. Where does it come from? This talent for ruthlessness. Seems so easy for them. For these men, for men like these. That show they won I suppose. It isn't about being right or having the people or God on your side. It isn't anything that grandiose. In the end, victory goes to the hardest heart. To the ruthless go the spoils. Fifty-two kids will be brought to the Lawrence house after sunset. We will move in darkness. We can hide in the dark at least. We have a chance at least. If there is actually a Martha network. If this all isn't a trap set by the eyes, I will get the children to the airport. The plane leaves at midnight. Because I am ruthless.
Rebecca: Do you know what it's like? Out? June: Well, its like things were before Gilead. Rebecca: I don't remember before. June: You'll be free. You can wear whatever you want. No one's gonna hurt you for reading, or tell you what to think, or who to love, or what to believe in. And you know you don't have to be a wife or a mother if you don't want to. Rebecca: Then, what would I be? June: You. Rebecca: Will God still love me, then? June: Yes.