The more he says, the harder it is to convince herself to believe him. Not that she'd exactly trusted him to begin with. But - apart from the way he smoothly ignores half of her questions - what he does say makes no sense whatsoever. Four thousand years in the future. The Project, over. The war, ended. Her memories mysteriously (and conveniently) gone, and the Counselor unable or unwilling to fill in the gaps. ]
Okay.
[ It's not. None of this is okay, and whatever he's hiding, she'll figure it out. Somehow. She takes a breath, straightening up and lifting her chin. ]
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The more he says, the harder it is to convince herself to believe him. Not that she'd exactly trusted him to begin with. But - apart from the way he smoothly ignores half of her questions - what he does say makes no sense whatsoever. Four thousand years in the future. The Project, over. The war, ended. Her memories mysteriously (and conveniently) gone, and the Counselor unable or unwilling to fill in the gaps. ]
Okay.
[ It's not. None of this is okay, and whatever he's hiding, she'll figure it out. Somehow. She takes a breath, straightening up and lifting her chin. ]
...So what do I do?