Jean finally stood, not facing him as she surveyed the living room. "Yes. She knows what can happen. What can become of her. So many times now, when she fragments."
The voice almost sounded sad. "She fears failure. And we've failed so many times before. But here is different. We have not fractured. Perhaps... well. In time we'll know."
Jean turned around, and the eyes regarded him. "You really didn't know, did you?"