Mariko groans, too angry to be dismissive. He's too busy looking for The Answer to listen to the one she has and not being good enough by implication is enough to set her off again.

"You're not listening! I can't separate him from you because the guy I saw isn't any different. Head to toe, even the way 'he' talked."

She stretches 'he' unkindly, finger quotations and all. As his fear begins, hers echoes because they really are more alike than not. What's worse is that he knows better than to expect understanding this kind of a situation.

"What makes you think you'll get to recognize yourself after this? You being able to remember everything they did to you will be a fucking luxury by the time they are done with us!"

Six months gone - not gone, hazy. Almost as hard to make out as the fucking memories they keep assailing her with.

"Retrospec has been fucking ALL us up, so I'm going to rain on your pity parade. I'm sorry that you being an over-achiever every day of your life isn't good enough to save us Mr. Woe-is-Me, but one person wouldn't be good enough on the best day."

She almost moves, but then the glare settles again.

"People get left in the dark, but if you're going to make me out into a bitch then I either abandoned you or I'm dead weight. Pick one."