[that peculiar moment of blankness - and then suddenly she seems to wilt, shrinking away from him as though scolded. She even releases his hand.]
You're right...you're right. I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me...
[And then several thoughts run through her at once. What if it weren't just Saul? What if other loved ones were in that city still? What if they'd been killed already, trapped or tortured by the horrible monsters?]
[No. That goes against how she had always understood these morphs to work. Why, then, can't she shake that fear?]
[She looks back toward the city in despair, but is not pulling Receiver toward there.]
[2/2]
You're right...you're right. I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me...
[And then several thoughts run through her at once. What if it weren't just Saul? What if other loved ones were in that city still? What if they'd been killed already, trapped or tortured by the horrible monsters?]
[No. That goes against how she had always understood these morphs to work. Why, then, can't she shake that fear?]
[She looks back toward the city in despair, but is not pulling Receiver toward there.]