[Retirement. Beatrix has never even considered such a thing, which Herlock picks up on almost immediately. She doesn't have any thoughts about Elysium or any other afterlife, which likely means she hasn't thought much about that either, but...]

I would find more honour in dying on the battlefield.

[There's no reason for her to hide that. What use is there in being a soldier if she... suddenly could no longer fight? She's been on this particular road long enough that she doubts she could just do something different.

Instead of arguing it, however, she watches him add to his ever growing pile of rubbish and Beatrix shakes her head.]

I do not think that is necessary, Master Sholmes. Have you not made your point clear? Not to say that the imagination is infinite, but that clearly our ability to create and develop things in this very... innovative way is not something that ought to be undervalued. [Or underestimated as he has so expertly demonstrated.] I was serious when I said I did not wish to put you in harm's way. It is very likely that everyone has a different threshold for the amount of dreamotion they can use. You must use yours frequently to make all of this seem so effortless.