Cameron was very confused right now. It wasn't just over the world they were in, or the people she'd met, but over herself. Was she real. Was anything she felt real, or written. Everyone here must have believed they were from the real reality. Something like that. She felt demystified by all of the knowledge she could have had. She didn't want it. She wanted things to be normal and straight forward and proven by science.
She hated Psychologists just because of how much of it was guess work and how much of it didn't have to do with scientific tests. Word association and ink blots only did so much. Much worse were their trials with drugs and placebos. How much the mind could believe if you made it believe.
"I'd rather think of you as a possibly brilliant doctor whom I'll eventually see hard at work on something. I heard of your accomplishments here, with Dr. Tam. I'd like to know more about them one day." Cameron looked at her hands then. They were mostly folded around the cup of coffee she had.
"I don't want to offend you, and I do not like harming people. So I don't think you have to worry about either, or do I have to worry about either.. But what about the people who do. I can't sit back and just.. allow.. things." Cameron looked up then. "I don't want to find out people are dying and being cooked." And that's where the fear peaked.
She didn't want to be cooked. or killed. And she didn't want other people too.
Cameron couldn't live knowing that someone did that.