Ulla shrugs, because whatever barriers were between her and Warren didn't feel like they had anything to do with inequality.

"He's mine, and I'm his. He spent two years earning that." And she never made it easy. Trusting Warren was the scariest thing she's faced in her life. Like walking off a cliff with her eyes wide open, knowing what it feels like to crash at the bottom. She kept him waiting awhile.

"He's gone. We were all taken from our ship and locked up separately. Some people wound up here, but he wasn't among them."