The option had appeared like a mockery after the events of PRIMEVAL. The woman's fox like façade irritated him before, but now seeing her visage so calm, almost smug, was irritating. But this isn't satisfying. He looks over the options and skips it. He'd save that for the real Elisabeth Fiorelli. For now, he'd play this thing's route. Maybe it'd prepare him for a confrontation he knew he'd have one day.

❤️ I'm asking the questions here, Fiorelli.

He sighed through his nose, still feeling the irritating. As he waited for the next response to load, he walked over to his fridge to grab a glass of orange juice. The time on his microwave currently read 0035.

It's hard to gauge Fiorelli outside of face to face. Any of these questions he could've tried to assess her own behavior if it were a real interrogation.

"I guess I have to verify more but...." He hummed to himself as he scrolled thorugh the options again before finally picking one. "I'll try this for now before I just go into questioning. We can verify information later."

❤️ I can't trust anything you tell me, can I?

The self acknowledgement is strange. He wondered if the responses were created by a learning AI. One that had been fed dozens and dozens of inputs about the real Elisabeth, not to mention his own inputs and answers from other RVLs. He mulls over the options once more, then wondering if it was also accounting for long he waited to answer. Oh well.

The option mentioning annalise henderson intrigues him, and so he opts for that instead. Anna and him had spoken very little of her time in Rocket. But he knew torture. He understood it. Their times may be different but he empathized with her, and knew better than to push her to talk about it.

❤️ You act as if you'd behave any differently, if our situations were reversed. annalise henderson proves otherwise.