Well The Working Theory Is They Are The Technical Genies Answer To Everything In The Agricultural Wing Being Dead Centuries Before Our Entrance And They Keep Moving Even After You Cut Them Apart So You Have To Burn Them Or Create Very Small Parts
They Look Sort Of Human But Not Exactly Im Not Sure Who Has Gotten Infected I Am Aware Of Zero Cases Personally Why Is The Pyrotechnic Solution A Flawed One However Its Been Very Effective In Eliminating Every Last Shadow So Please Inform Me Of The Drawback If It Exists
[It's a little bit that. Saul's quiet for a moment, too, mulling this over.
Might as well just be honest.]
I'm just worried that if something were to happen and you had that power, you'd blame yourself for not knowing. And I don't want you to have another reason to beat yourself up.
You make these offhand comments about yourself that seem like jokes, but I know they're not.
[Most of the time, anyway.]
And I know you don't believe me when I tell you how amazing you are. I don't think you believe anyone else, either. Sometimes —
[He has to pause; his voice is getting a little tight.]
Sometimes I'm not even sure you believe that I love you as much as I do. Anyway, that's not really my point. I just — what I saw back there was an opportunity for you to take on more responsibility that shouldn't belong to you. I don't want anything to give you any more reason to feel the way you do, so I had to step in. Maybe the way I went about it wasn't the best, but... it was either that, or say all this in front of everyone. Because I know, Steph. I know that as soon as something goes wrong, you'll blame yourself. You do that already anyway, so...
[Another pause.]
But what I don't know is how to handle it when you do that.
Any remaining anger is completely gone by the time he's finished talking, and she's just left with an ache in her chest, instead. It's not fair, that he can say things like that and leave her speechless.
She wants to tell him that he's wrong, wants to make a joke and brush it off, even getting her anger back and yelling at him would be easier than trying to work out a genuine response.
So she doesn't.]
Okay.
[Her voice is a little distant, like it's an automatic response.]
Sorry.
[Maybe she's apologizing for getting mad at him, or for being the way she is.
Or maybe she's apologizing for the fact she just hung up on him and shoved the tablet under her pillow, as if hiding it will make this all go away.]
Saul stares at his screen for a solid minute, then pulls up the app that lets him know where Steph is and goes sprinting toward her room. He skids to a stop outside her door, takes a breath to steady himself before he tests the knob so he doesn't startle her, carefully pushes inside when it yields under his touch —
And pauses, because he doesn't know what to say or do except look up at her.]
[She thinks it must be one of her roommates, so she's already rubbing a hand over her face as if that might get rid of the threat of tears, because she doesn't want to worry Ellie or have Joel or Tess ask what's wrong.
Except it's Saul, and as soon as she notices she just looks guilty, dropping her gaze to her knees.
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