- It's here Lucy...
Eames stopped in front of the door to Goren's recovery room, his daughter in his arms.
- No... Lucy clung to her with all her might, buried her head against her top, and burst into tears. I don't want to go.
Lucy didn't want to see her father...
Come on, it was she who had asked him to come, to be near him.
But Eames knew what was going on.
She understood what her daughter was going through.
She was afraid to see her father in that hospital bed.
It could be hard for Lucy, come as a shock, as it had for her.
Lucy was so young...
And above all, she had finally found her father.
And not at the best of times.
If Lucy didn't feel up to it, maybe it would be better if she took her home.
- You want me to take you home...
At her mother's offer to take her home, Lucy raised her big, wet brown eyes to her, and shook her head in denial.
- It's just that...
- You don't want to see him like that.
To her mother, who had just finished her sentence, Lucy nodded.
Yes.
It wasn't that she didn't want to see her father.
But she was afraid of what she would find.
And that scared her.
But despite this fear she felt, Lucy didn't want to go home, and she wanted to be near him.
So she would make an effort.
Her father needed her, and he needed to know she was there.
- I want to be near my daddy. A small, sad smile played on Eames's lips, tenderized. Daddy needs me.
This was what Eames had understood.
Lucy wanted to be close to her father, but she was afraid.
Afraid of what she was about to find out.
And that was normal.
- We'll keep it simple, Lucy... Eames put his hand to Lucy's slightly wavy golden hair, stroking it with infinite gentleness. We'll go to that room where your father is... Eames looked up at the door separating them from Goren. And if it's too hard... She turned her attention back to her daughter, whose face was bathed in tears. I'll bring you back. She brought her hand to her daughter's tears, wiping them away. Does that suit you…
Yes.
It suited her.
Lucy turned her attention to the door, and her heart clenched.
If she went in, to leave, it wouldn't be right.
And she'd be abandoning her father.
And that she couldn't bear.
Despite her fear, she had to go, and support him.
And above all, give him strength.
So if she went into that room, she wouldn't back down.
But Lucy was grateful for her mother's understanding, not forcing her to enter.
And give her the choice.
- I want to see Daddy.
Lucy wanted to see her father...
But Eames had to be sure what Lucy really wanted.
If she wasn't ready yet, she understood.
And she didn't want to rush things.
She had to be sure.
- You're sure of yourself...
Lucy nodded.
Yes.
She was sure.
And wouldn't turn back.
- Very well... Then let's go.
Gently, Eames opened the door and guided her daughter inside.
At the sight of her father in that hospital bed, with all his medical equipment, Lucy took fright, clutching her mother with all her might, but refusing to back down.
- It's all right, Lucy...
Eames put his hand on Lucy's back and stroked her affectionately.
It's all right...
And how..
When she saw her daddy in that hospital bed, and all those wires, that oxygen mask, and that feeding tube, how could she be all right.
The scene was so violent.
She who had last seen her father so full of life.
This man so tall and strong, she looked so small and thin next to him.
A man she didn't even know was her father.
And it had taken this tragedy to tell her the truth.
How could she not have seen, not have understood that he was her father?
And today, she regretted it, she hadn't even been able to say Daddy to him once.
At that thought, her heart broke into a thousand pieces, and her tears redoubled.
- I couldn't tell him Daddy...
At his daughter's tears and words, Eames' heart sank.
Lucy hadn't been able to say Daddy to Goren.
And it was all her fault.
If she'd told Lucy the truth, things would have been different.
But she'd believed her father's lie for fourteen years, instead of believing, and trusting, the man she loved.
At this thought, tears welled up in her reddened, swollen eyes, clouding her vision.
Had she known...
But she was young, and above all, very naive.
Just a lassie.
At this word, Eames could no longer contain her tears, which cascaded down her cheeks.
Goren had been right all along.
She was, and always would be, a lassie, naive to the point of believing the worst lies.
- Mom...
At her daughter's concern, Eames looked down at her, only to come face to face with two big brown eyes, looking at her with concern.
- But you're crying...
Of course she was crying.
Eames had done everything she could to be strong for her and her daughter.
But she couldn't anymore.
The man she loved was lying in a hospital bed between life and death, and the vision was too harsh.
But she had to pull herself together.
And keep being strong for two.
- It's okay... Eames brought her hand to her tears, wiped them away, and forced herself to smile. Come on, let's sit right next to Daddy.
Was it true that Mother was okay.
Lucy didn't believe a word her mother said.
She could see that she was forcing herself to be strong, too.
It wasn't fair.
That mom had a right to cry, and to be unhappy.
So why did she always put her first.
- Lucy...
At her name, Lucy snapped out of her thoughts to see her mother questioning her.
She had to be strong too.
Strong for her mother.
Lucy was sure that Goren would ask her to be.
To look after her mother.
So that's what she was going to do now.
Proud of this resolution, Lucy pulled her arms away from her mother to take her hand in his.
- Yes, Mom... Lucy intertwined her fingers with hers, pulled her gently, forced her to follow. Let's go to Daddy.
At her words, and her little fingers clasping hers and pulling her along, Eames let herself be guided by her daughter.