Moon regards him for a handful of minutes, and then nods.

"You've always had a choice."

And it pleases her to hear him say as much. He chose to risk becoming a lycanthrope when he offered himself up to the vaccine. Richard chose his fate that day, though he'd been railing against it ever since. A small step forward, Moon thinks, for him to admit he chooses to be where he is, and she celebrates it as it should be celebrated.

"Now the choice is, do you find happiness in what you've chosen, or do you wallow in self-created misery?"