Pamela: You'll be transported back to the Commonwealth and put on trial.
Lance: Look, Pamela, it's just the two of us. Drop the act.
Pamela: No act, Lance. You've gone too far.
Lance: Seriously? You never seemed to have a problem with how I got the job done before.
Pamela: We're not talking about the past. Only now. And you've made quite a mess of "now." Hold on... You might survive this, if you play things right. But your life at the Commonwealth is over.
Lance: Over? After... After all the years, after all that I've done in service of you...
Pamela: Oh, please. You've served yourself above everything and anyone else. Always trying so hard to prove the world wrong. You refuse to see it.
Lance: But I've made something of myself.
Pamela: You're an angry, delusional little boy, Lance. Trying to win a game, but too foolish to realize that you've never actually been a player in it.
Lance: You still need me. If something happens to me... certain alliances the Commonwealth has... certain stabilizing factors... are likely to become a problem. Whatever game you're playing, Pamela... I'm very much in it.