Well - she had failed. It wasn’t much of a surprise. Explaining hope was like explaining beauty. You either got it or you didn’t. Knowing National Security didn’t……was not a pleasant thought. What was it like to not have hope? To just have absolute knowledge, everything yes or no? Iris didn’t think she’d want to have that life. She looked at Jamie, took him in. “So…you either know you can have something, or you can’t? There’s no ‘maybe I could do this’, or ‘it would be nice if this worked out’? Just……facts? Concrete evidence?”
Part of that, some of that was alright. Half-assed promises were not something she did. Or wanted.