(Sloane's haunted by a vision of Nadia)
Sloane: What do you want from me Nadia?
Nadia: I don't want anything.
Sloane: Why don't you understand Nadia? ...Every sacrifice I've ever made has been for the greater good.
Nadia: Yet every sacrifice you've ever made, has come at the cost of someone else's expense. (touching the wound on her neck) Or have you forgotten?
Sloane: Oh no, I haven't forgotten, you are always on my mind… the irony is, for all those years I was worried for your well being, and now I realize, in the end I had no choice.
Nadia: (laughing) You still believe that don't you? That your actions are controlled by fate... that you were chosen, why dad? You must have asked yourself why would Rambaldi choose you, you're not a man of honor, you're not particularly courageous, you're charitable but only when it serves your own interests, and last but not least, you murder the people you claim to love.