She definitely wasn't expecting someone to look into it. She glanced up quickly, looking at Oren. She wondered if he was lying to her. But who would do something like that? Lie just to lie? She let her eyesight flit back to the ground, wondering if she wanted to know. He was right, sometimes not knowing was so much worse than anything else. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She wanted to know so badly what her sister's eyesight was like. She knew her mother's were irreparable, she had seen the damage. They had looked burnt, almost. Red. Bleeding. "Would yer? I mean, yeh could, righ'? I... I want ta know." She felt scared just saying it.
Oren told her what he believed. That if humans knew, these things could have been prevented. That's how she felt, too. From what she head, Willowbrook just wanted to teach them how to survive - how to control their powers to blend in with the real world until they were ready to accept mutantkind. But would they ever be ready? Would she hide what she could do forever, never enjoy the things she was made to do? Made to express? She wouldn't even need a lighting board to make the most beautifully lit scenes on stage... She shook her head, blinking a bit. No, it wasn't right to just sit back and hide, wait for them to maybe understand, some day, when they had more liberal minds.
"I know what yer sayin. A revolution don't happen ta no one if yer sittin' on yer hands." She wondered where all that bravado went, from those who had broken out of Willowbrook, rebelled against the sinister doctors and nurses to take it over, and make it a school. Where did that go? That need for action? Cordelia didn't understand entirely, but she understood enough. For the time being, she felt she was doing the right thing. On the right side. She turned back to Oren. "Thank ya." She said, smiling softly. "Fer tellin' me all tha'. I needed ter know."