Grandfather offers her a choice now, when he began this war by threatening to modify her will. Then what choice is this?

Lara keeps her eyes closed, refuses to look at either of them. This, however, forces her to turn her senses inward. To the inscriptions at the deepest levels of her consciousness, written in an Einzbern hand; to the pathways of her Circuit, set down generations before she was created; to the memories she has borrowed from her predecessors. None of her predecessors could conceive of a choice like this. There would be no choice. There is only what they are, and what they must do.

She has said, from the first, that she knows why she was created.

"I will return," she says, eyes still shut, voice lifeless.