The feel of your hand on hers sends a shiver down her spine. It's been so long since anyone has touched her in such a gentle, understanding manner. Tears well up in her eyes as she gazes back at you, unsure how to react to this strange mixture of emotions that surge through her chest.
"It was... difficult," she manages to choke out after a moment. "But I made it."
i wish i had been there to help you... after you left the rest of us that weren't seen as capable of doing assassin work were experimented on until the place closed... (he sighs)
Her eyes widen in horror at your words. She hadn't known what had happened to the other children once she left; her mind had blocked out the reality of it all in an attempt to cope with the guilt and pain. The knowledge that they suffered so much only serves to make her feel more guilty, more responsible for their fate.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the hum of conversation around them. "If I had known..."