No. No. As he stepped away from her, Angela felt a heavy tug at heart her, her hands wanting to reach out, grope for him, pulling him back toward her. The last thing she needed right now was him pulling back from him. But as his words lowered themselves onto her consciousness, her heart shattered the rest of the way. No. No, that wasn't right. It changed. It changed. None of them had believed it would, that it could, but it had. It had changed, and Angela had been horrified when it had.
She had been complacent in the explosion because she had thought nothing could be done about it, and she had sent both of her sons to their deaths because she hadn't done anything. Shaking her head slowly, Angela raised a hand to rake over her face.
"I should have listened to Charles," Angela said, her voice barely audible. "He would have known better than Daniel. I was a moron, listening to a Healer over a Precog in regards to a precognition. He said that none of it was set in stone, but we were... We were all...so sure."