Pitter patter of her little heart. Not fear now, though. No. The fear stench had left her some time ago, though it lingered in the air, teasing him. He wanted it back.
"It says that he died of cancer. That you married him despite knowing his prognosis. Are you just a glutton for punishment, Doctor Cameron, or did you love him so much that you couldn't take the thought of him leaving this world without some drastic connection to you? Or is it something worse? Do you enjoy the pity and attention to garner from telling this tale to others? Do you secretly harbor pleasure at the idea that you've had a spouse die? Does tragedy stir something dark within? How he must have suffered as you watched, helpless. Unable to do anything."
He would bring it back now. He desired it, and it would be there for him. He had not yet had much practice in the psychiatric, but he had enough. If he could make Aeon Flux eternally fear straws, he could make Doctor Allison Cameron revisit the fear he'd tasted earlier.
"This hearkens right back to House, does it not? The disability. The neediness of the other. The broken. You think you can make something good out of something bad, so you attach yourself. Insert yourself. Something about you, you are sure, will be just the medicine that they will need. You, the perfect pill. You could not have your husband forever, because he is dead. You could not have House forever, because he rejected you. Yet you hold a torch for them both still. It burns within you and will never go out, no matter who you date. No matter who you occupy yourself with."
Part of him wished to bring her down completely. To break her. To watch the tears well up in her eyes. He had yet to make anybody cry in this place. It seemed a goal he should have. Very much he enjoyed testing his intelligence in this way. This new game he was still new at.