Claire nods slowly, staring out of the window. It doesn't matter what they say from here, it all feels over, shattered beyond repair. She's married, full stop, so it seems the conversation has nowhere to go.

"We've been manipulated, but I suppose we're supposed to carry on believing the Singularity is somehow good and would never hurt us. This is cruel. If what we think is happening truly is, then it's cruel, and for whatever reason, we're being hurt. Purposefully manipulated," she repeats.

"If there's a way to keep this life, I will." She turns to look at him, unsure if he feels the same, and not sure that she wants to know. "I need air, my garden," Claire informs him with a pained expression. She doesn't need to be alone, it's why she told him without simply leaving, but the walls feel like they're closing in to end all of this even faster.