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“I’m sorry Will. I can’t imagine….thanks to you. Really thank you Will. You didn’t have to do that and I will always be grateful. I don’t think I would have done too well if you would have let me seen him.” Amelia admitted to Will. It was something she’d never be able to repay him for, sparing her that moment. She recognized that now, but still wished to try to help Will deal with seeing Adrian dead like that. “Why don’t you tell me about him? About how you met?” Maybe talking about him will help she thought.

Amelia looked at Will, silently watching as Will stopped the truck. She felt her stomach clench. Had she said something wrong, as she seemed prone to doing? Had her comment pissed him off? She let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding when he began to try to explain what it was like instead of getting angry with her. “I…think I understand, but I’m sure experiencing it and imagining it are two very different things. I suppose for the rest of us that hope will slowly fade over time. Do you regret doing it?” Logically they all knew he was dead, or at least she had since she saw him fall from the building. The rest had not but her word it happened. Logically she told herself he was dead but even she understood that small glimmer of hope that he had made it somehow. “And I like lemons. You must have been pretty good at hiding still, to make it any length of time without Sybil finding you. What was his father like?”

“I don’t think it would have really mattered at that point anyway….or that’s what he told me anyway. That his heart was going to give out soon, that even if he would have had made it out of the building he would’ve be lucky to live long enough to see the Tower fall. That he would die while you guys celebrated around him. He just seemed so….determined to die. I…sorry, but I don’t know how else to say it.” Amelia really didn’t know how to phrase it. At her every attempt to try to save him he would shut her down and tell her there was no hope. After getting shot he was so angry and bitter, yet if he had really hated her why didn’t he take her up on her offer? “I wish I could have met him. I don’t think he really did….at least not in the way you think. I mean Sybil was a bunch of brains hooked up together and able to directly interface with computers and machines right? I imagine there was some sort of process involved when hooking up a new mind, but maybe Sybil didn’t want to wait. Adrian had already almost gotten his Father back once so maybe it decided to directly interface with him without doing the proper prep work. Maybe in doing so it drove him insane and Sybil only got part of the information it wanted. What was down in that basement…well he was better off dead when we found him.”

“I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to upset you.” Amelia said softly turning her gaze away from Will towards the new headquarters. It seemed like a poor way to end the conversation, but she honestly couldn’t think of another subject. The biggest problem was she did want to talk about these things, to get all of the thoughts rattling around inside her mind out into the air and he was the only one she really could talk to about these things. Her explanation had meant to be comforting, that the first Director hadn’t betrayed them or given in, but simply had his memories taken directly from his mind. Clearly she had failed on that front. “What are you planning on doing between now and the funeral?” She finally asked.

Amelia leaned back in the seat and closed her eye, taking a deep breath before answering him. “Beyond having my arm looked at, I’m really not certain. Perhaps I’ll go back to the power plant and see how things are running. Maybe look into some upgrades or something if the council doesn’t need me….I feel lost….” She finally admitted to Will. “I’ve always had as much work as I could handle. A next task or something to work on. I don’t really know what to do with myself.”

Amelia gave a soft laugh at Will’s description on ways the power plant could be improved though she remained seated as she was, leaned back with her eyes closed. He was not wrong, but after spending four days with people like her she found the vagueness of his answer amusing. “If the world is going to run on fewer machines I imagine the demand for power will go down anyway. Food production is going to be the real problem I think. Power hasn’t really changed in 200 years, but food certainly has. It’ll be difficult to go to a less machine reliant process while still producing enough to feed everyone.” There were still ‘farmers’ but the machines did all of the work. Amelia wasn’t even certain how much they really knew about producing food as she largely suspected it was a make work position to keep the humans busy while the machines really did everything and largely ignored any human input. “Adrian free?” She questioned finally opening an eye to look at Will. Sure the Sybil comment made sense as that was what they had been fighting for after all, but Adrian? “Why do I feel like I am being dumped?” She added with a small laugh. She wasn’t sure if the Adrian comment had been a slip of the tongue he didn’t want to talk about or if he had deliberately said it, but decided it would be best to give him an opportunity to ignore her question. “If you haven’t noticed meeting people and making friends isn’t exactly my forte.”

“Does anyone else know how he grew the food?” It was all well and good that Adrian was able to grow his own food, but who knew how many years of trial and error it took him to figure it out. They didn’t have that luxury, they had a city to feed. “I’m not sure there will be much of a difference now. Isn’t there some saying about only getting one first impression? But….if you come with me I’ll try.” Perhaps with Will to act as a sort of buffer for her utter social awkwardness the experience wouldn’t be entirely horrible. Plus they might be more inclined to give her a chance with his presents.