"For a red-lipped woman in silk dresses, poised, sparkling and dying slowly inside. For the thrill of the night; forged from need and perfected by suffering. For being unable to escape the past, despite her mask. For protecting the small from what she endured at the laughter of sticky-fingered men. For fighting for one small square of earth, only to realize what she really wants is out of her grasp. For believing in the redemption of self-sacrifice."