"John, why did you save me?"
"What?"
"In the tunnels that day. Why did you get me away from those people? Why did you bring me to your camp? Why didn't you just let me die?"
He shrugged. "I could tell that with a little training you'd make a damn good soldier."
"Yeah, right."
"What do you want me to say? The truth is the truth."
"Yea, too bad you suck at telling it. Do you even know how to not cloak something in lies anymore?"
"You are a damn good soldier."
"Are you sure you just didn't want me in your bed?"
His eyes shot to her face.
"It took you barely a week to get me there."
"And you've been here ever since. Happier, safer and better fed than ever before."
"I was covered in dirt and soot and raw sewage. Nothing about me was pretty that day. I'm surprised you could even see my face."
"I heard your voice," he replied without thinking.
"You chose me because of my voice? How very…odd."
"Allison," he remarked sternly.
"Are you ever going to tell me the truth?"
"I tell you as much as you need to know. I give you the same courtesy that I do everyone else."
"Well, that's comforting," she replied dryly.
"Isn't it enough to be here, in this camp, in my personal quarters, to know what's going on before anyone else?"
"I want to understand you."
He sighed.
"You reminded me of someone. A girl from before. She didn't survive Judgment Day."
"You loved her?"
He nodded.
"Your voice, it reminded me of hers. Then once you cleaned up…you look…a lot like her."
"Do you pretend I'm her?"
"Sometimes."
She nodded slowly.
"Does that bother you?" he asked.
She thought for a few moments. "No."
"Who's lying now?"
"It bothers me, but…at least you aren't lying for once."
"Come here."
She moved closer and he took her hands in his, pulling her onto his lap. "Sometimes you do things that are just like her. But most of the time…I'm very aware of who you are. And who you aren't."
"Do you care about me because I remind you of her, or because you care about me?"
"Both."
She thought for a moment before nodding. "I can live with that."
He brought her hand to his face and kissed her palm. "Are you upset?"
She shrugged. "I'll get over it. Tell me one thing. What was her name?"
He paused for several long seconds before granting her request.
"Cameron."