[ He's afraid, for a moment, that he's hearing things again. It just seems too surreally ordinary. He can't reconcile the things he shouted at her, and the fact that he filled her room with stinging insects, with the idea of her knocking on his door and asking for him. Sure, that is a times-of-crisis kind of thing, but... he's surprised she'd want to talk to him at all, at least for a while.
She always arrives in times of crisis, doesn't she? Regular as the sun rising.
(He remembers the discrepancies, the sedatives he didn't ask for, and what Sinclair said about ADAM, and doesn't know where to fit them. But they can be rationalised.) ]
...Sof'?
[ His voice is loud enough for her to hear, but only just; uncertain; a little, in an unguarded moment, just a little like the way you might say "mum?" after waking from a nightmare. ]
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She always arrives in times of crisis, doesn't she? Regular as the sun rising.
(He remembers the discrepancies, the sedatives he didn't ask for, and what Sinclair said about ADAM, and doesn't know where to fit them. But they can be rationalised.) ]
...Sof'?
[ His voice is loud enough for her to hear, but only just; uncertain; a little, in an unguarded moment, just a little like the way you might say "mum?" after waking from a nightmare. ]