Hearing that Skye had killed her father was a blow that barely registered to Sarah. She understood it, that act, not viscerally, but she knew she probably would've killed him too. She was, though, not Skye, a she didn't know why Skye did what she did.<br/><br/>Instead of saying anything she replied with her own story.<br/><br/>"I got in a car crash," she said, "it was my fault. I wasn't driving with my hands, and<br/>this...happened," she said, waving a hand at the stars.<br/><br/>"I think I'm not human," she said, "I don't think I ever was. I built myself arms, simple at first, ugly. Then better, functional, pretty, perfect."<br/><br/>She put a hand up, and then back down, holding one of Skye's.<br/><br/>"I didn't like it," she said, "so I built them strong. I think sometimes that losing my arms was the very best thing that could've happened to me. At those times, I think the machines have driven me insane."