[Mention of the laboratories makes her look up at him, sharply, forgetting herself, the careful omission she's engaged in for months. That's not fair, she wants to say, and it is only the knowledge that he'll dismiss it as childish that keeps her from saying it. The effect of the berries further loosens her tongue, and what she blurts out is the unedited truth.]

I was afraid. Afraid of what you'd do. Do you blame me? The last time, you almost destroyed a world. You hurt so many people. I didn't want that to happen here.

[Her ire seems to fade some, after this, or at least retreat beneath the surface.] I don't know if I would want to. Knowing the future has never made me feel any better. It's only made me more alone.

[When she rubs at her bare arm, she leaves remnants of the berries, a streak dark as blood against her skin. She shakes her head, as if to clear it, but the fog there remains.] The only way I've ever known you is as something dangerous. Someone who needed to be stopped. There was no way of knowing that wouldn't happen again.