She didn't apologize for sending me without consent. I didn't apologize for what happened with Mira. We just sat on the bed, two people who had broken something they might not be able to fix.
"I had to know if it worked," she finally said.
"You could have sent a rat."
"The quantum signature required human consciousness. Animals don't have the neural complexity."
"So you used your boyfriend as a lab rat."
"I trusted you to survive. And you did."
"And if I hadn't? If I'd died in some parallel universe where the laws of physics work differently?"
She didn't answer.