"And I am proud of what I am, even though in a moment of carelessness I could become a monster far greater and more terrifying than the youma I kill," Teresa replied. "I am a warrior and will always be one, Soma, but who and what I fight for is a decision that I should be making, not the ones that created me and held my leash."

Her eyes drifted to the building, the wind playing with her hair as she remembered, her voice taking on an almost softer tone. "They would hunt, but it's not a matter of running as much as it is being on the move and finding solace in knowing you are your own and no one else's. Eventually, they catch up, but if you can stand tall and not submit out of fear or resignation, then you'll know it was worth it."

Teresa looked back to the girl and chuckled, a small smile on her lips. "Though since you aren't a monster, things might be different for you. Yes, being the last of your kind is something, but I'm sure humans will treat that somewhat different than they do the most powerful hybrid they've ever created and probably ever will deciding to defy her very makers."