[ He takes some long breaths and listens intently, staying present no matter how painful it is. Objectively, he's furious that they would cross that line. Whatever is at work here, they pulled from her memories for the sole purpose exploiting a vulnerability. And there's nothing he can do about it.
Yet Allison seems to want to take the blame instead, and that puzzles him the most. It makes him want to know more about her daughter, about her life that he missed out on, beyond the excerpts in Vanya's book and the little scraps of information he could find in the wasteland. He knew why they were separated, but so many of the details were lost.
He chooses the wrong time to look back at her, seeing the tears in her eyes, and he tries to push down the anguish it stirs in him. After a long silence he asks, more tentatively than he's used to being: ]
no subject
Yet Allison seems to want to take the blame instead, and that puzzles him the most. It makes him want to know more about her daughter, about her life that he missed out on, beyond the excerpts in Vanya's book and the little scraps of information he could find in the wasteland. He knew why they were separated, but so many of the details were lost.
He chooses the wrong time to look back at her, seeing the tears in her eyes, and he tries to push down the anguish it stirs in him. After a long silence he asks, more tentatively than he's used to being: ]
Did you really tell her stories about us?