[ sonia hugs her pillow tighter, clutching it to her stomach as she leans over, her eyes wide and wet and red-rimmed. byerly keeps his eyes closed, but she doesn't tear hers away. she flinches slightly at you're a civilian and doesn't quite understand why, but it cannot simply relieve her of all responsibility.

keeping her safe? that was what all the cruelty was for, wasn't it? meant to drive her away, meant to make her hate him. but she couldn't. she'd failed at that. ]

That was what all that was for. [ she leaves the what ambiguous, and it isn't a question, because he'd said it himself in the interrogation. it's a plea for confirmation. there had been so much uncomfortable, terrible truth in the interrogation room -- the lies, she needs to start with the lies. her voice is still weak, raw from crying. ] I...made it very difficult for you. You were trying to tell me something. I didn't listen.