Proof that the Lockwood backstory didn't need to be retconned. However, I will admit that this was the hardest dialogue to work out.

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"Charlotte." Maisie stated the name, cluing Wu in that she wasn't dumb. She was frightened, but she wasn't showing that to anyone here. The entire Biosyn facility gleamed with its glossy surfaces and seamless lighting. It was culture shock after so long at the cabin... though this felt ten times colder. Dr. Wu, with his tired face and sagging clothes, nodded. "Simply put, you and Beta are the next generation in genetics."

"I'm over simple." Maisie rose from Beta's cage. "Charlotte Lockwood died, it broke my grandfather's heart. So, he made me." Her eyes narrowed on him. "You helped him."

Dr. Wu moved his hands, but there was nothing on the surface of the table to distract them. "Help seems an exaggerated word."

He's terrible at quips. Maisie pulled back her frustration, stepping up to the table. Beta squacked behind her, making her feel less alone. "What... what am I?"

He shook his head. "Maisie-"

"I want to know!"

Dr. Wu stared at her, as though putting her through a scanner. His sigh was heavy- in expectation and dread. "You know what Charlotte died of?"

Maisie swallowed in shame at the lack of details she held for herself. It was the black hole that had been fueling her anger this past year. Her chance to close it off; shouldn't she feel more ready? Dr. Wu read her silence with another nod. "From the beginning, Sir Lockwood wanted things vague. But this concept doesn't exist in science. Charlotte Lockwood had a genetic disorder, with extensive medical history; our initial goal..." he was up, motioning to a computer beside the dissected insect. "was to go in and cure the disease."

Maisie's steps toward the computer nauseated her stomach. He seemed comfortable, grateful even, to be explaining... and she had waited for so long. Yet, she was facing this by herself. Claire wasn't there to place a hand on her back, or Owen to throw a cocky grin. Maisie felt for her knife, allowing the worn wood of the handle to reassure her.

"We realized things could be added to Charlotte's DNA." Dr. Wu's rapid typing brought up a log sheet, showing stripe after stripe of letters, some of them highlighted... the geometric map of her 'mother'. Maisie lowered herself onto the stool beside the doctor. A video popped up, scientists and doctors fussing about a lab while a young woman had blood drawn. Maisie inhaled sharply. That's her... that's me.

"All the samples were right there," Dr. Wu watched the video, speaking more to it then Maisie. "But..." he gave an unhinged chuckle. "We're not gods."

Maisie leaned back, against the pull of the video. Charlotte joked with the doctor, coughed, studied a chart with arched eyebrows. Do mine arch the same?

"There was no way to deconstruct her DNA. The question soon became 'could the genome be replicated'," Dr. Wu glanced over. "And reworked; wipe out any trace of the disease."

"D-did you?" Maisie felt her self-conscious growing. Dr. Wu gave no answer, letting the log play into silence. Maisie squinted at the date, then the row of files it stemmed from. There was a significant gap, almost eight months. Why? Her stomach turned tightly. "Charlotte didn't want him to."

Dr. Wu's features tightened, hands fidgeting in his lap. "She was a perceptive woman and didn't want her father wasting what time they had left. There were many arguments, and the chances of any breakthroughs dwindled every day. But any chance was enough hope for your grandfather. Our research continued, with overlaps from the Jurassic Park lab work. Steps that would later lead to Blue's..."

He didn't finish. Maisie blinked so tears didn't block her view. She clicked another video, spying the month she was supposed to have been born. It was a jolt when Grandpa's face appeared. "This will be... the final recording. What I'm admitting to, I'm not sure. Nonetheless, we've had success."

She looked at Dr. Wu, but he was wavering; no, that was her becoming dizzy. She hit the pause button and stumbled back toward Beta's cage. The baby raptor's head erected. She chirped for attention, but Maisie couldn't give it. She felt sick, lost, and a terrible tremble ran through her.

"Blue's ability to produce asexually comes from certain chromosomes in very few lizard and fish species." Dr. Wu's facts came dryly. "The process of it is identical to the one we engineered for you and Charlotte. In truth, there'd be no Beta without you."

Maisie gripped the cage as she sank down beside it. She didn't know what else to reach for. What Grandpa had done had been out of grief. But Maisie hadn't realized the cost until now.

"However, nothing is perfect," Dr. Wu was up from the computer, looking down again with a gaze that reflected his fatigue- and shame. "You were fed vitamins and other complexes over your first year. Once we were certain you were stable." His breath hitched. "Charlotte at least passed with that knowledge. Once you were born, your well-being was most important to her."

Maisie glared at him, having nothing else in her arsenal. Dr. Wu returned it with the same wariness. "You're struggling and that's my fault."

That was all he could say? Maisie looked away, using her jacket against her tears. For all the good it did.