[Sometimes it's the what-ifs and impossible thoughts that can keep a person going. It's obvious what Jean is thinking; if they had planes and helicopters, if they had the same technology they had in Ginia's world, they could stop the Titans. They wouldn't have to live in fear anymore.

And it's a fair thought. But planes, helicopters, weapons change a world. Once the Titans are dead, how long before humanity turned on themselves with the same weapons?

Hell, there weren't even Titans in Ginia's world and she knew her world's history. World War I, World War II, all the atrocities that came out of it.]

/It would be. But then suppose a helicopter is taken down and it crashes into a building, killing everyone on board and injuring people inside the building. Cause and effect, Jean. In my world, we have weapons developed for the sole purpose of taking down aircraft. Counters for everything./

[Ginia sighs and looks over at the hanger of helicopters. Common in her world, modern marvels in Jean's world.]

/I'm sorry about the situation in your world. Weak words coming from someone who doesn't have to face it, I know. But suppose you did have all of this technology. Suppose you defeated the Titans once and for all and humanity was allowed to rebuild. How long before someone seizes the weapons and uses it to force themselves into a position of power?/