[He knows she means that promise, and his first reaction is to nod. Yes, this is what he wants. This is how it should be. Perhaps this way he can stop hating her.

But at the same time, that would be destroying her - the potential in her that he knows he's helped build. Any good work he's ever done, come to nothing again.

There's no answer. There's no way out.]

You've - met her? [He's briefly distracted from that new pit of despair when she mentions her other self. Other than bickering with Flynn, he'd paid very little attention to the other anomalies. They had nothing to take any kind of bitter revenge on.]

She's like me. Not real. None of us are real, you and us, I mean, but we're - we're the furthest logical progression of that.

[Yeah. Anomalogic.]