Intent matters, ( she echoes. Ain't that the truth? The purity or corruption of things seemed wound into intent. Sometimes intent could be twisted, but...

Unseen, Red smiles a little. ) Hey, anytime you need a slightly garbled and confused pep talk, I'm your girl.

( A breath and, more seriously: ) Believing can be the hard part, especially when it comes to ourselves. You'll kick its ass. ( And then anoher moment skips past. ) What does that mean, anyway?

( Red attempts to echo it, and it runs together awkwardly, so she laughs at herself and gives up. No butchering a foreign language for her, today. )