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She had just woken up, but Amelia kept the comment to herself. He was upset and she figured he probably wouldn’t appreciate her smart a** remark. Her thoughts were coming easier now as the effects of the sedative started to wear off. In the end she was glad she didn’t say anything because he had carried on despite apparently intending to end their conversation. “I don’t see what difference that makes to you.” She answered calmly. “Either he was captured because of me or he wasn’t rescued because of me. The result is the same.” She felt it best to leave out the fact that she couldn’t possibly know what Sybil had done to her or control the hallucination. It wasn’t until Adrian had come back for her that she even realized what she was seeing wasn’t real. It did explain why he was so hard on her about it though. “I am sorry that it happened. I understand the sacrifice you made for me even if it was unintentional, but I can’t change the past any more than you can.” Would she even if she could? If they had rescued his father instead of her would the whole rebellion have walked into Sybil trap? The road untraveled would forever remain unknown. “All I can do is try to help you move forward.” Yeah, she was sure that was real comforting to him right now.

“I guess I will just sit around and waste space than.” Amelia answered clearly annoyed. “I don't know why you bothered to rescue me. You've done nothing but insult me and blame for everything since. Sorry I didn't try to fight a robot that could probably punch a hole in a concrete wall. Sorry that I didn't think it would be a good idea to start shooting when we were twenty floors full of robot below ground. Sorry Sybil doesn't militarily train it's Tower employees or that your father didn't share all of the resistances secrets with me. Secrets he gave away while I sat and watched my family die keeping my apparently useless knowledge out of Sybil's hands. You know what, sorry I couldn't control the effects of either of the drugs Sybial gave me. Why did you even bother to waste the medical teams supplies on me if I am so God damn unless? A bullet would have been a lot easier.”

“Right and he is the only one who could possibly tell you since you aren’t interested in anything I have to say.” Amelia shot back standing up. The room seemed to spin a little, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. “For someone who’s put so much effort into doing what he wanted you sure haven’t put in any to figure out why when the answer has been standing in front of you the whole time. You know what, forget it. It’s not like you’ll believe me anyway.” She moved to leave. “I’m going for a walk. Maybe if you’re lucky I won’t come back.” She intended to prove to him that she was useful, but given her lack of equipment doing so would be difficult. She was banking on Sybil assuming they were in the Hanger, focusing there rather than searching the city for them.

Amelia stormed out of the safe house without another word with nothing but the clothes on her back and the little spider that was still her pocket. It was an obviously bad idea. She had no where to go, no supplies and a murderous machine on the look out for her, but she was too angry to care. How dare he? Nothing of value? Acting like she knew the worlds greatest secret? She had tried to tell him, but he didn't want to hear it. He hadn't even given her a chance to explain what she had seen in the basement. He never once asked her what skills she had or what she did at the Tower. Did it ever occur to him that there was a reason Sybil hadn't stripped her like it did his father? Whatever. She would destroy Sybil by herself.

Nearly three days would pass before Amelia returned, knocking on the door of the safe house. It would seem odd to just enter since she didn't live there and besides they would probably shoot her if she did. She was wearing an odd looking helmet, and in a large sack she was caring over her shoulder were ten more. Over the last three days she had slowly decided that maybe she was partly to blame. Even if he had said he wasn't interested in what she had to say, she could have explained about the presidents copies in the basement. She could have told him what she was good for even if he hadn't asked. Too many years under Sybil doing only what she was told to do and following orders.

“I am glad I knocked.” Amelia said, noting the shotgun, as she stepped inside. She set the bag on the floor and took off her helmet. “I've been busy, but I brought presents.” She smiled at Will relieved that he had both let her in and the lack of hostility in his tone. She had spent the last three days mostly hiding from Sybil making getting the supplies she needed difficult. She would have come back sooner and asked for their help but Adrian had made it clear she needed to make herself useful first. “Adrian isn't here?” She asked. She wanted them all to be there for the big reveal.

“Oh my God.” Amelia rushed into the room Will had gestured to, her presents apparently forgotten. She stared at his body for a minute in silence before asking a flood of questions. “What's wrong with him? I mean I know he got shot, but what got hit? Why isn't he awake? What do the medics say? What does he need?” Despite how badly they had parted earlier she was really upset to find him this way. More than the fact that he had given up his father to save her twice, she felt the resistance really needed him. They needed someone who could out smart Sybil. Someone who could talk it into letting them go, when it had them trapped and had the perfect plan to destroy the resistance. “What was he looking for by himself?”

It was a nice story about Peter, but Amelia didn't buy it. She wasn't sure if Will had somehow slept through their fight, or if he was trying to make her feel better, but she was confidante Adrian hadn't gone out into the streets alone to apologizes to someone who was safely in hiding. Still she didn't comment on it. She had caused enough conflict already and wasn't about to start another one after just coming back about something so trivial as a possible white lie. She took one last glance at Adrian before allowing Will to lead her out of the room. “Did they check for toxins? Like what Sybil gave me? There has to be something I can do. We can't just wait and hope he wakes up.”She sounded almost desperate. She had lost them their first leader and she was determined not to lose their second as well.

“I'm sorry Will, I don't mean to doubt you or the medical team. I like being able to fix things. Why are you worried about what he will be like when he wakes up?” She sighed. Machines were easy to fix, easy to predict. People were much more complicated. For the time being it seemed the only thing she could do is try to help with Adrians plan. Looking around the room Amelia was doubtful they could take back the Hanger or take the Tower. They had gotten away knowing Sybils true nature and the collective was likely throwing all of it's resources into protecting those two places. Had he told them what they had found? Had he ever discussed his Father? She would need to be careful about both subjects until she knew. If he hadn't told them about Sybil she assumed he had a reason for doing so. As for his father, well that was easy to understand. “Alright, so where are you in the plan? What do you need?” If she couldn't help him, she could at least support his plan.