Markov: "Let me help you, my child. I could...cleanse your mind. Make you a proper instrument of virtue again. I'll make you anew." Avacyn: "If I am not the daughter you want, then we must battle again, and again, forever. For I will never yield. I am no monster's instrument. I will not be altered by the likes of you." Markov: "No,. This ends. Now." Avacyn: "I know what you will do. So go on. Create another vault of silver. Imprison me. That is the only way you will stop me from doing everything in my power to destroy you." Markov: "The prison is gone. I cannot create another Helvault, just as I cannot create another you." Avacyn: "You are my creator. You must know the way of this world. What cannot be destroyed must be bound." Markov: "But Avacyn...you can be destroyed."