[Unknowingly, Wan mirrors her position. His own legs drawn up and his arms over his head, fingers curling into the hairs at the nape of his neck. He was fighting tears now and his lungs were starting to burn from the effort to keep from shedding them. His breathing noticeably heavier.]

We were just expected to sit in ignorance until you and whoever else you decided was worth telling figured something out? You didn't think that maybe telling people might get you new ideas on how to do that? Might give them something worth working toward?