Nifriel

The blue among black. Detroit. Connor's apartment. Laura stood a few steps away from the Aston Martin, expecting an answer. During her visit to Rupert, she had almost forgotten that her wounds had not yet healed, and now they reminded her about their presence with a piercing pain twisting her mouth in an unnatural grimace. The whole situation overwhelmed the woman more and more, and Connor wasn't making anything easy for her. "We'll talk about it at home, okay?" he suggested with calmness in his voice. "You're tired, and barely staying on your feet because of the pain. Please don't protest." A long, loud sigh answered him. Calm, Dale always was calm. Sometimes even suspiciously and unnaturally as if someone had programmed him, she thought. The woman nodded and got into the car. Had it not been for the pain, their conversation would have turned into an argument, one of those similar to a hurricane. During all the travel they remained silent. Dale decided not to try to change this

Chapter 65 The Unperson. Detroit. Rupert's home. Rupert was at Laura's side in a flash. His calmness seemed to balance at the verge of coldness; in reality being only professionalism. "Look at me!" he commanded, holding her face in his hands. Laura struggled to focus her gaze on the Scot's face, now stripped of emotion again, similar to Adam's face when she first met him at Sarif Industries. Fear clenched her throat so tightly that she couldn't catch her breath. "Breathe along with me. Slowly. Inhale and exhale." She listened to him, trusted and let herself be guided. Rupert was like a lifebelt, thrown to a drowning man, for her. Now he was slowly pulling her to shore. Her heart gradually slowed down and her breathing returned to normal. Even her jittery hands were calmer now. The psychologist returned to his armchair, having made sure the danger had passed. He lit his pipe again as if nothing had ever happened. "What does Damien know about?" he asked looking at her out of