She listens patiently to all he says.  The words confirming much of what she believed to be true.  Still, to know who you are isn't even who you are is very upsetting.  To have such confirmed time and time again as she has been 'made' to be several different people is rather shattering.  Still, she has Gabriel and that is beautiful between them.  Just then, her mind connected two dots.<br/><br/>Her broken voices rises from the veil as she lifts her wet eyes and tear-stained cheeks to him.  "If Gabriel and I are so entwined, and I'm made to be who I am.  Was I made for him?  I don't mean in a loving, heavenly father way.  I mean in a dark, control this boy sort of way."<br/><br/>Her sense of self may be shattered, her sense of reality fragmented like shrapnel and her emotions as tidy as a tornado, but her mind - as he suggests - is fast and sharp.<br/><br/>She knows he cannot answer that, but the realization of it dawning with all sorts of nasty implications.  "Is my presence with him really best then?"