Re: [Dream Training]
Hannah didn't think about lying. She didn't twirl words in her head and blend them until they danced the steps she wanted them to. She didn't think much at all, really. She was just thoughts spilled openly, and she was observation in equal measure. It was the observation at play here. That, and a fair amount of acquired understanding about her position. Self-preservation, and that wasn't in her programming, and she didn't think it had come naturally. It had developed, grown like weeds on sidewalk cracks, and here they were.
"I don't know why," she said of why she hadn't expected him to speak so plainly about Arthur, because she didn't really know. It was feeling, like so many things were with her, and she trusted her feelings. "I don't know what I'm worth. They didn't tell me," she said truthfully, innocence and honesty in the telling. Evasion, too, but that was just necessary. It was like his evasion, kind of, kindly and quiet and wanting to believed, and she nodded about Arthur, indicating that she understood.
She listened. She did. She listened, and she tried to understand. Amy had never been very intelligent, and Hannah wondered if she was limited, because she understood, she did, but she kept seeing things that didn't make sense to her. Why, why, why, and she felt like a child with a million question. "Don't you want to convince the subject they're the dreamer? Isn't that the point?" she asked, and she'd assumed the architect built that, but maybe not, and she wasn't sure. But he said to go on, and she just lifted a careless little shoulder and looked toward the cafe they'd left behind. A blip, a second, a thought, and all the chairs were on top of the tiny tables. Easy, like she'd done in Rory's dream.