Nalia listened to his words, nodding. When he mentioned her sister, she gave him a soft, sad smile. True, she did have her, and she was grateful for that. And she certainly did feel some semblance of appreciation with the way he spoke about herself. But what Nalia wanted, more than anything....<br/><br/>“My desire....is something I can never experience. True, I do have my sister, like you said. And while, no, I cannot bring your wife and child to the Convergence, I can simulate their presence for you. It would feel no different as if they were actually there. Of course, with the knowledge that it’s fake, it is fairly disingenuous feeling. I can understand that. I tried it once with an old boyfriend when we first created the rooms and all it did was make me crazy for a time.” She took a breath and let it out slowly, her gaze lowering to the floor as she leaned against a nearby table. “The reason for that reaction is because what I want, there is no possible way for the holograph to provide.”<br/><br/>She paused for a moment, swallowing back the lump that caught in her throat. “What I desire,” she began, her voice now shaking, “is to have a family of my own. To be a mom.” By this point she pressed her lips together and raised her eyes back to his. They were glassy as they stared at him. “I’ll never know what that feels like.” Shaking her head, she recalled everything that led to her death and after arriving. “My boyfriend and I had dated for years. We talked about marriage and having kids. But then, some days before the car crash, I found out he had cheated on me. That he had been cheating on me with-....with somebody else.” She bit her tongue. She knew with who, but she didn’t want to vocalize it. “Then, after coming here, learning how this place works and trying it out, I found that I could recreate him. I could talk to him, feel him, kiss him...everything. But, as I’ve told you, it all works off of memory. Even though I did my best to forget the knowledge of what he did to me, I could still see it in the virtual representation of him, in his eyes, the love was still fake. Even in this version of him his heart still beat for somebody else.”<br/><br/>She steadied her breath and began to feel uncomfortable. She hadn’t told anybody this next part, not even her sister. “Still, I tried. I tried for what I wanted. At least here I didn’t have to worry about finances, or disease, or anything that would make having a kid on your own impossible. But, like you said earlier in the anger rooms, besides the fact that he wasn’t real, I’m dead. Within death, no new life can be created...” she lowered her gaze once again, this time tears freely falling down her cheeks. Her fingers fidgeted over each other in her anxiety, as she spoke one last sentence, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’ll never know what it’s like to have what you had...”