Her expression gentles, the light behind her eyes still vibrant. She can't stop touching him. Her hand works it's way between the layers of sweater and shirt, seeking him out.

"I understand. You're not angry at me. But you are angry, about what happened. To you. To your people. Sweet Issus, do I understand that -- helpless feeling, and the rage it brings."

The answer was right in front of her face, for so many decades. They were sabotaging her work, and she can't help but feel, if she'd only been smarter. Quicker. If she'd known then, what she knows now, then she could have saved so many people. She understands better than he knows.

"It all right to be angry, so long as you don't let it consume you."