[That is sweet of him. But it puts her on a pedestal she's not ready to stand on.]
I am no more than they. All I have is a name and titles, neither of which grant them refuge here.
Here, I am but a woman. They would have plenty to choose from, had I not delivered them into death.
[Not powerless, but still just a woman. It's a rare admission, and text doesn't quite offer how much weight is behind it. She never would have conceded or admitted such a thing before.
She was always greater, something more. Her dreams came true. But not in New Amsterdam.]
no subject
I am no more than they.
All I have is a name and titles, neither of which grant them refuge here.
Here, I am but a woman.
They would have plenty to choose from, had I not delivered them into death.
[Not powerless, but still just a woman. It's a rare admission, and text doesn't quite offer how much weight is behind it. She never would have conceded or admitted such a thing before.
She was always greater, something more. Her dreams came true. But not in New Amsterdam.]