[She listens to what he says in the here and now first, because this is the Ben she knows and loves, the one who is teaching her how to survive on her own terms. But when she listens to what he said once upon a time - when she hears his story and settles into the groove of listening to it with all the calm of a stone being worn under warm water - she hears the Ben she knows and loves in this year-old story, too. It's comforting, a sign that whatever she becomes in her becoming will still be her. That Ben will always be Ben, no matter what.]

I hear that. You were afraid. And you were angry. I hear that, too.

[Everyone knows the sky is blue. Everyone knows that people who hurt you aren't to be trusted. Except for those people who don't know that at all.]

I'm afraid. I'm angry. I'm scared the ledge is going to break.

[She hands his communicator back, solemn.]

But I trust you.

[Of course she does, or he wouldn't be here right now. She wouldn't have called him. She would have called Hannibal.]

[Everything is changing, too fast for her to keep track of. The only thing that stays the same, that is constant by her side, is Ben.]