"I don't know," the Doctor replied before turning his head to Harme, who was now avoiding eye contact. "Robin has low level psychic powers. They're erratic, but quite effective, however she shouldn't be able to delve too deeply into anyone's mind. Not yet anyway." The Doctor crossed the room and returned to Harme's side and pulled out one of the white chairs next to her bed. "The only thing she should be able to view is what you've been thinking about quite recently.... Mistress Harme, why have you been thinking of your past so much?"<br/><br/>"I am dying Doctor. Can I not repent? Can I not mourn my mistakes and those who I could not save?" Harme asked, her voice filled with regret.<br/><br/>"That was a very long time ago Harme. You are not that person any more and their blood is not on your hands, you know it as well as I do," the Doctor spoke before leaning forwards on his elbows to stare deeper into her eyes. "What else do the enemy want Harme?"<br/><br/>"I can't tell you...I promised the Face of Boe that I would not let anyone know."<br/><br/>"Then let me figure it out and you won't break your promise," the Doctor spoke before closing his eyes. "You've been thinking of a promise you made to the Face of Boe. Something big enough to take to the grave. Something that must never fall into the wrong hands...but you've also been thinking about your past mistakes. The experiments with the flesh, artificial life infected by every disease in the universe..."<br/><br/>His golden eyes bore into hers. "You spent a long portion of your life living alone in the under city of New Earth with the face of Boe, protected from the super virus that had decimated the surface of the planet. You lived alone for all that time..." the Doctor stared at her hard, scratching her chin as he put the pieces together. "....and using your knowledge of medicine...you tried to find a cure to the virus in case it still lurked on the surface or needed to be dealt with again."<br/><br/>Harme's eyes were brimming with tears. She wiped them away with the back of her hand as the Doctor came to his conclusion; "And in order to do it you found a way to replicate it. Your mind has knowledge of how to create every virus in the universe and then some. Your brain is a giant blue print of every biological weapon."<br/><br/>The Doctor reached out and placed his hand on top of her paw before smiling at her sympathetically. "You've written it all down haven't you?"<br/><br/>"All of it is in my memoirs. My sins were too great Doctor!" Harme cried, "Everyone believes that I am some saint who helped bring humanity back and still have the drive to bring help to those who need it, but I am not any of that. I am a person who has done so much wrong and strove to do right to make up for it. I need everyone to know that I am not a saint. Surely you understand that?"<br/><br/>Harme began to weep into her hands. The Doctor rubbed the back of her shoulders, shushing her softly as she sobbed her heart out. "I understand perfectly Harme. I understand more than you will ever know."