"You're going to see them tomorrow—the scientists," Belarus says, sitting down across from him. "Aren't you?"
He nods, in mid-chew, staring down at his plate.
"I hate that place," she snaps, "It's caused me so much pain. But you tell me that you think it's the most beautiful thing you've seen in your entire life?"
"It is. Mother creates the most beautiful works of art. She always has."
She scoffs, folds up her napkin, and leaves.