[it's kind of like dragging briars out of her mouth, funnily enough, getting this out.]

... I woke up one morning and wanted to be free. I wanted to choose what I'd eat for breakfast, where I'd spend my day. I wanted to...

[she reaches for her disconnected leg, and reattaches it.]

I wanted to choose how I'd die. [...] But here, I've found that living is... there's so much to it.

And I am glad - I am glad that Rosamund got to choose. But I wish that her end hadn't been so inevitable in the first place.