[They're playing the same game, making the same maneuvers. Instead of bothering to defend--to admit they need to defend--both Cami and this fake both lash out, hoping to bring the other one down first.

Except he has an advantage. It's right there in his words: he can see her eyes.]

No; I'll have lived. [She fortifies herself, swallows back the thick lump of emotion in her throat as he spells out her deepest fears. He's wrong; she knows he's wrong. Klaus has promised her that form of eternity, that legacy that marks her life as something other than meaningless.

And it's not just him. She hasn't forgotten those people she loves--

At home, or here.]

I will have lived. [She says it again, and though her eyes grow wet with tears she smiles, angry and sure both.] Even if you're right and it'll all eventually be forgotten, I made a difference while I was there, and I'll do the same here. I matter, which is more than anyone can say about you.

[It's almost too sad to be cruel about, right? Yet that doesn't stop her from laughing.]

You're not even real. If Klaus weren't here, you wouldn't be so much as a thought in the Queen's head. So go ahead. Keep telling me that I'm just going to wind up ash and dust.

That's still more than what will be left of you when it's over.