"I want to help you, why won't you let me?"

"This isn't some board game, Karsten, you can't just pick a piece and move it down the board, planning to win . There are deadly weapons involved. There's blood. There aren't any pieces to move and assume you'll win. The only thing keeping me alive right now is hope, and I'm running pretty low on that."

"Then let me help you. I can't help you if you won't let me."

"Leave, Karsten. Leave and don't look back. I can't be looking out for the both of us and I won't make it if I have your blood on my hands too."

"Opal-."
She was already walking away, the hood of her black coat covering her head. She looked small and petite, fragile even. He knew she was much more than that.
That she could take down a man twice her size, find her way out of handcuffs, shoot a moving target in the blink of an eye.
  To anyone else, Opal Avery looked like your average girl.
Karsten knew better, Opal Avery wasn't average at all, not even the slightest bit.