[ Unlike Luther, sequestered in The Academy for most of a decade and then marooned on the moon for four years, Allison has spent more than a decade being asked questions about her family on camera. Both with and without warning. Both polite and to cut her veins open with verbal glass and burn her blood for gasoline, for the press, and trash rags.
(Though there is one question in that set that runs a razor fracture that isn't touched, hasn't been touched before. At least not in the way the head-on punch it lands with.)
Allison blinks, confused eyes, head tilting, looking back at her face. ]
What? What're you talking about?
[ And more importantly why.
And most importantly who talked to him about any of that. ]
no subject
(Though there is one question in that set that runs a razor fracture that isn't touched,
hasn't been touched before. At least not in the way the head-on punch it lands with.)
Allison blinks, confused eyes, head tilting, looking back at her face. ]
What? What're you talking about?
[ And more importantly why.
And most importantly who talked to him about any of that. ]