[it's too much, like they've stuffed too much into a doll's head and the cotton will burst the seams. these were his experiences, his moments. not hers to know, and it feels worse than prying into someone's past with technology--this is how he lived it. it's wrong, even for her.]
Neither did I. Why would they do that?
[she's less hysterical as she keeps talking, words are something solid to grasp, there is a target to blame, and he's not touching her, so there are three things in favour of getting an inch of a grip.]
Why? What was the point?
[she looks at him like he's supposed to have the answers to it, like somewhere in these new memories there's logic in any step if this. being lied to by omission from the Agency--that wasn't new. having the sanctity of one's mind violated? that was something an agent wasn't supposed to experience, or reexperience in cases like her.
no subject
Neither did I. Why would they do that?
[she's less hysterical as she keeps talking, words are something solid to grasp, there is a target to blame, and he's not touching her, so there are three things in favour of getting an inch of a grip.]
Why? What was the point?
[she looks at him like he's supposed to have the answers to it, like somewhere in these new memories there's logic in any step if this. being lied to by omission from the Agency--that wasn't new. having the sanctity of one's mind violated? that was something an agent wasn't supposed to experience, or reexperience in cases like her.
she'd like to trust him again, but how can she?]