[it's strange and disorienting, being put in someone's perspective like this, and even more so to see this kind of memory - fire and gunshots and blood, not to mention the dread of whatever that illness might have been. when it's over, she takes a few deep breaths, reeling slightly from seeing both things.]
[It's so awful getting tossed around in a bad memory only to have one of your own memories spring up on you right afterward.
He slowly lets out the tight breath he had been holding. It doesn't look like he's concerned, but there is an edge to him--like he's trying to remain unbothered because turning wild will not help here.]
[That's fine. He is a patient man and doesn't mind the time taken to figure it out.]
I cannot truly say. It's the last thing I really remember. But I believe... it had been a lie. A test. Just to see what humans would do. And if it were not, then it seems as if it had failed. Maybe his research hadn't been complete.
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What was - was that yours?!
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He slowly lets out the tight breath he had been holding. It doesn't look like he's concerned, but there is an edge to him--like he's trying to remain unbothered because turning wild will not help here.]
Yes... It was.
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Were you both... safe, after that, at least? The sickness didn't get released...?
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I cannot truly say. It's the last thing I really remember. But I believe... it had been a lie. A test. Just to see what humans would do. And if it were not, then it seems as if it had failed. Maybe his research hadn't been complete.
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[but she pauses a moment, realizing how that might come off.]
But - I'm sorry about your father.