[The words echo back to her text conversation with Finch not too long ago - when they'd both, for the first time in even her memory, expressed their appreciation for each other.]

You won't have to. I'm not going anywhere; I'm in this for the long haul.

[She says it while staring off into the middle distance, which in anyone else would be a sign of detachment or disinterest. But there's a clear note of certainty in her voice: she's here, she knows what she's saying, and she fully means it.

After a beat, she adds:]

This place would suck a lot more without you. I'd be doing worse.

[One more pause.]

I could do this alone, but I don't want to.