[It's no good and no help to shush her, he knows, but it's instinct to do it anyway, and particularly when he's at such a loss of what else he's even supposed to do with all of the horrific details of her stay that she's confessing.
Rather like being caught by Fink's vigors, she says by way of comparison, and the ugly thought burns like sulfur fire through his veins. Of course he'd been aware of Possession, that hideous joke of an innovation; Fink had claimed it was for use on machines, and yet if there was one universal fact about Jeremiah Fink that never failed to hold true, it was that Fink would never turn down an opportunity for alternative applications — provided those applications stood to benefit him in some way.
And Rosie had suffered that. A monster had caught her, taken her body from her, her mind from her, and made her a prisoner in her own skin...
And she's been holding this in. She's been holding it in, all to herself, because he hasn't been there before now. She'd been captured by this...monster, controlled, forced to watch, threatened, tormented, manipulated —
And he hadn't been there. He hasn't been there.
(I fought it, she whimpers, and it breaks his heart. As though she's afraid she can't be forgiven unless she tried. You must understand, and it sickens him, to think that she's so desperate to insist that she'd tried, as though she'd be somehow less if she hadn't.) ]
Take your time. Take your time, and let it out. I've got you. Tell me what happened, Rosie...
[Tell me what I missed, he thinks, and feels his guilt bear down.]
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[It's no good and no help to shush her, he knows, but it's instinct to do it anyway, and particularly when he's at such a loss of what else he's even supposed to do with all of the horrific details of her stay that she's confessing.
Rather like being caught by Fink's vigors, she says by way of comparison, and the ugly thought burns like sulfur fire through his veins. Of course he'd been aware of Possession, that hideous joke of an innovation; Fink had claimed it was for use on machines, and yet if there was one universal fact about Jeremiah Fink that never failed to hold true, it was that Fink would never turn down an opportunity for alternative applications — provided those applications stood to benefit him in some way.
And Rosie had suffered that. A monster had caught her, taken her body from her, her mind from her, and made her a prisoner in her own skin...
And she's been holding this in. She's been holding it in, all to herself, because he hasn't been there before now. She'd been captured by this...monster, controlled, forced to watch, threatened, tormented, manipulated —
And he hadn't been there. He hasn't been there.
(I fought it, she whimpers, and it breaks his heart. As though she's afraid she can't be forgiven unless she tried. You must understand, and it sickens him, to think that she's so desperate to insist that she'd tried, as though she'd be somehow less if she hadn't.) ]
Take your time. Take your time, and let it out. I've got you. Tell me what happened, Rosie...
[Tell me what I missed, he thinks, and feels his guilt bear down.]