[He stares at her a moment longer, and then looks away, looks down at the floor between them. He's thinking of the room in the facility, the green undersea lighting of the place. The sticky blood on his face and hands, and Lucy, trapped against the wall. And then the punch of that feeling, the stab so strong he can remember it now. He pushes his fingers through his hair.]
But I felt it. I felt you go. And you didn't want it, I know you didn't.
[A beat of silence. When he'd saved her from Purgatory, she had been so happy. He can still remember the pressure of her arms around him, the sound of her voice in the long, long hallway. He looks up at Annie again.]
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[He stares at her a moment longer, and then looks away, looks down at the floor between them. He's thinking of the room in the facility, the green undersea lighting of the place. The sticky blood on his face and hands, and Lucy, trapped against the wall. And then the punch of that feeling, the stab so strong he can remember it now. He pushes his fingers through his hair.]
But I felt it. I felt you go. And you didn't want it, I know you didn't.
[A beat of silence. When he'd saved her from Purgatory, she had been so happy. He can still remember the pressure of her arms around him, the sound of her voice in the long, long hallway. He looks up at Annie again.]
Would you go now? If you could?