Feeling frustrated, she clenches her hands into fists and whips around to face him once more, hoping even despite the distance between them that the faint breeze in the wind would carry her words to him.

"Frankly, I'm not interested in being your latest project to fix, Max. You have to make a choice – a choice I thought had already been made but it seems I was wrong."

She takes a deep breath.

"You have to make the choice, that this– us, isn't going to be something that is an easy fix. It isn't one of your insane whims like global warming or curing worldwide hunger", her eyes flash at him, recognising him opening his mouth to protest that he had never once mentioned curing worldwide hunger but she didn't pause, "This– you and I, is something that we will have to put work in to in order for it to work. Me not going along with your every wild scheme isn't me not choosing you, Max. That's not even a factor. I chose you a long time ago."