Aveline: You can blame Chichen Itza on de Ferrer, but I see through you.
Madeleine: My daughter… No.
Aveline: ‘Daughter’. Only two people can call me that. You banished one, and sacrificed the other. Foxglove. You killed my father with your ‘care’ and your tonic. Why? Because he never truly loved you? And Jeanne, my mother. You stole her child, sent her away. You kept her enslaved even after my father had freed her. And now you attempt to return me to that fate.
Madeleine: In the service of humanity! In Work, the purpose for which you were created. We were created! The highest purpose.
Aveline: I. will. Not. Serve. You.