[ And that's just the question, isn't it? Because she can remember the sequence of events, she remembers what was said, she remembers the horrible noise of the professor bellowing at her like he had but... she doesn't know what any of it means. Would Mobius know, if she tried to explain it? Experience tells her yes but even she can't miss the way he so carefully dodged giving her a real answer to her question.
But this horrible tangled up feeling in her chest has to go somewhere.
Lambda pulls in a long, slow breath. ]
... It was the Professor. [ And he's always the Professor even after all this time – the project head, the lead programmer, the man who coded whatever passes for the heart that gives Lambda her spark of life. She's spoken of him with nothing but warmth before this, but now she sounds tentative and unsure. ] He was angry about something and he thought... he asked me if...
[ She trails off, letting the thread of thought unravel before going back to add a few anchoring stitches. ]
no subject
But this horrible tangled up feeling in her chest has to go somewhere.
Lambda pulls in a long, slow breath. ]
... It was the Professor. [ And he's always the Professor even after all this time – the project head, the lead programmer, the man who coded whatever passes for the heart that gives Lambda her spark of life. She's spoken of him with nothing but warmth before this, but now she sounds tentative and unsure. ] He was angry about something and he thought... he asked me if...
[ She trails off, letting the thread of thought unravel before going back to add a few anchoring stitches. ]
Did I ever tell you he had a son?