Crying
He was gone.
That one statement took control of her mind when the pod exploded. He was gone. He was gone.
It was her fault.
He was gone. He was gone. She pulled back the first statement, suddenly finding it appealing. At least, it was more appealing than putting blame upon herself for it.
He was gone. He was gone. It was all her fault. Yank. He was gone.
But no matter how much EVE tried to pretend the second statement wasn't inside of her, it was. Trying to believe something isn't there didn't make it any less real, and it was all her fault. It really was. She was the reason they had been anywhere near the life pods, she was the reason the plant was there, and somehow she was the reason he had went in to get it. Why he felt the need to do these things for her was something she didn't understand, or did she? Did she understand it better than she wanted to admit? Was there a part of her that understood completely? Not the point. The point was he had went into the life pod for her, and that made it her fault.
So she cried. Tears rolled from her eyes in what her programming knew was a way to convey sadness and something else understood in a deeper sense than a fact. She broke down and cried to express how she felt.
At least, that was the dream of the moment.
But she couldn't even do that.
What was she? She didn't feel like a robot, and she knew she wasn't a human. What was she supposed to be? Why was she blessed with the ability to feel pain in the first place? But contemplating God's will felt incredibly silly when everything that you'd ever cared for in this world just exploded.
The five stages of grief are merely an outline. When one is going through them, there is always that main stage, but they will also feel hints of others. Despite all the feelings going through EVE's mind right now, she was still in the stage of denial, and therefore she flew towards the inferno despite everything.
But she never saw the other stages.
Because he was back.
