[ sonia feels dizzy. it had been such an elaborate game with him, back at the camp, all fun but genuine enjoyment. this should be a relief, to hear it -- in a way it is -- but with every word she feels worse for what she did, what she's done, what point she's brought them to.
the ghem-colonel looks at byerly with distant curiosity. ]
Do you love her?
[ at that, sonia's head snaps toward him, the bottom dropping out of her stomach. she opens her mouth to interject, to jump out of her chair, but it's already too late. no. no, no, why would you ask him that? ]
(metric's "gimme sympathy" plays muffled in the background)
the ghem-colonel looks at byerly with distant curiosity. ]
Do you love her?
[ at that, sonia's head snaps toward him, the bottom dropping out of her stomach. she opens her mouth to interject, to jump out of her chair, but it's already too late. no. no, no, why would you ask him that? ]