Julia talked on. Her voice was sincere and intense and compelling. As he listened, Walt felt the case against the aliens grow stronger.
Can't think clearly, he told himself. Trust Forential.
No.
He did lie about the war.
Forential lied about that.
He'd lie about ... about other things?
They kept me in ignorance, he thought. Perhaps they really were afraid I'd discover my real nature.
I don't know; I can't think; I can't think!
As he watched Julia, the female who had (the truth of this slowly dawned on him) actually saved his life, he felt the first stirrings of an emotion he was not prepared to cope with. How pretty she looked, standing before him, her eyes serious and her face intent. He wanted to nestle her.
The footprints, he thought. She couldn't find mine among the birth certificates she had. She could have faked a set if she'd wanted to. Does the fact she didn't mean she's not lying?