15/7/1986

The guard put the chair for the doctor in the room and left without making any eye contact with her. If his fast steps didn't show how desperate he was to leave this place, the nervous way he slammed the door with left no doubt. This was the last place he wanted to be in. In any other day, Eurus would have her fun playing with the head of the pity creature in front of her. But today she had another entertainment. This was the second time her uncle paid her an unscheduled visit, but this time she knew the reason.

Dr. Bancroft sat on the chair watching his niece with no word for what it felt like eternity, the storm he had inside stopped his brain from forming anything but one question, he didn't make an effort to hide his anger while he looked at her, he didn't see the point, but what really consumed him at this moment was his feeling of loss.

Dr. Bancroft dreaded to know the answer he couldn't bear not to ask.

"Why?" He whispered the word narrowing his eyes, but he was sure she heard him as she tilted her head to the side studying him. She wanted him to know he was her pet project at the moment.

"Do you feel responsible?" She took the same position he sat every time he visited her before, his muscles tensed, she was profiling him, getting under his skin.

"Why, Eurus?" He repeated the question, more demanding.

"It's alright if you blamed yourself." She said quietly, sounding really sincere, moving her body forward without leaving her chair.

"Eurus," He said warning, hoping she would back off.

"After all it was your idea, your method that, from what I understood, your colleagues didn't agree with and warned you about."She pushed more with her sweet innocent voice, watching him clenching his teeth under his thin lips.

"Uncle Rudy," She said, straightening her back and looked to him in his eyes with sympathy she knew well how to fake it.

"It's natural to feel guilt about Ana's death."