"Human psychopath or angelic psychopath? Both. The man with snipers and the angel who sends the demons. Don't talk to them. Don't alert them. It's dangerous. They get in your head and scramble your brain. Make you unable to see straight and tear you down."
Ignoring the question on how she could claim to know John because she wasn't supposed to talk about what she could do, what she could feel, River instead stepped more into the light, her movements light as they always were. Even if she had been in her boots, her steps would be light. But as was her norm more often than not, River was barefoot. They had taken the sky from her. Stole her heart and forced memories into her head that were not her own, but she would always carry herself with grace. It was ingrained in her. It was who she was. They had used it to their advantage though she didn't remember the specifics. Just the pain and needles. The memories and images all flashing in her head.
"Smart. Very smart. Sees what everyone else doesn't see. Can't see, refuses to see. Cares but doesn't know how to show it. Very few though."
Tilting her head to the side, River looked to John in confusion.
"Sorry? For remembering? Or sorry for your past and his future? You want to protect him. Save him from the fall."
Not waiting for an answer, River moved to the refrigerator and opened it, scrunching her nose up before moving to a cabinet and getting tea to make instead.