[ Her expression goes hard as he stumbles his way through that question. Goddammit. She'd tell him it's none of his business but really, in a sick, twisted way, it was his business. The Director had gone and made it Washington's business when he implanted Epsilon. To the point where Wash couldn't even differentiate the fact that it hadn't been him these things had happened to when he starts talking about it.

Once he's done speaking she looks at him for a moment and finally responds in a low tone. ]

I don't know what to think of you.

[ She flattens her lips into a line and then frowns. It's not his fucking fault. Whatever was going on in his head, it was something caused by what the Director had done. The memories, the lack of them, whatever.

When she speaks again, her tone is softer, with less of an edge to it, her gaze cast to one side. ]

I was too late. [ The admission crosses her lips reluctantly. ] When I found him, he didn't know who I was. Or...who he was, even. He told me he was too tired to come with me, so. I left him. It's...what I had to do.