[At least she's looking at him now. It actually shuts him up for a few seconds. Jaw clenched, stopped close enough in front of her that she could hook a foot around his ankle and send him slamming to the ground if she wanted. That he has to look down a bit to meet her eyes. Sometimes it would be nice if she'd just say what she means instead of steeping it in her usual brand of bullshit. Because he's navigating it clumsily, and he's feeling just as lost as he was at the start of this.]
You're still here, aren't you? [She's alive. She's fighting. For something. He's here because the CDC asked him to protect humanity. And they're holding it against him like a hostage. Other people are here for other things. Or they wouldn't be here at all.]
It wasn't— [Frustrated, he bites his tongue. Had to happen? What's changed, according to the future he hasn't yet lived. Nothing, everything. They're so out of context here, steps out of sync with each other, he's losing the thread of the conversation. Finally, bluntly—] Are you a traitor, Annie?
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You're still here, aren't you? [She's alive. She's fighting. For something. He's here because the CDC asked him to protect humanity. And they're holding it against him like a hostage. Other people are here for other things. Or they wouldn't be here at all.]
It wasn't— [Frustrated, he bites his tongue. Had to happen? What's changed, according to the future he hasn't yet lived. Nothing, everything. They're so out of context here, steps out of sync with each other, he's losing the thread of the conversation. Finally, bluntly—] Are you a traitor, Annie?