You can’t understand because it was handed to you.
Eliot: What if she doesn’t take the deal? Then what do we do? Or, what if she takes the deal and then it’s all out war?
Margo: Stop it. It’s going to be fine.
Eliot: We could cut our losses. We could head back to Earth and regroup. We could finish the quest, restore magic, and then maybe revisit this when we stand a fighting chance.
Margo: You and I both sacrificed a lot for Fillory. And now we’re just supposed to hand over the kingdom to the Albino supermodel? Bitch took my eye.
Eliot: Hey, I don’t wanna leave. But what if we’re making things worse?
Margo: There wasn’t a blood test to tell me to be High Queen. I chose it. And I have had to fight for every shred of authority. And no offense, but you can’t understand because it was handed to you.