The grief - on top of her own - was unbearable. She cut herself off. It gave her a hint of an idea what the people Westview must have gone through.
A long time ago... It was only then that she realised the discrepancy. If he had been taken so much earlier, how had he known her name? "You called me by my name..." A quiet statement but the softness in her features were gone with it. She had been used, she had been imprisoned and she had had someone wanting to steal her powers from her. Wariness had become a companion.