Claire was actually glad he’d told her. At least when she started losing parts of herself-or the self that she was supposed to be-she would know why. It would be better to know why, instead of wondering. Her eyes flickered up to his for a moment, and the pain of her own thoughts could be seen, before she closed it off again, returning her gaze to his wound as she got out what she needed to stitch it up. “That’s probably because I am.” She wasn’t a sharing type of person-although that, too, was probably part of Topher’s programming. He didn’t like feelings himself. She felt a flash of resentment towards him before she pushed that, too, aside.
“Not that it matters, anyway.” She said that absently. She wondered how long it would take before she would stop remembering things. It was different for every do-active, so she couldn’t know for sure. It might be sudden, if she got hurt or a sudden shock, or it might take days, weeks, even months. She had no idea-and that was the worst part. The not knowing. “I just wish I knew how much longer.” He had to know what she meant.