[ There it is -- now she knows what she's feeling.

Anger. Frustration. Hurt.

Catherine takes in a shuddering breath, eyes squeezing closed for a long second, and then when she opens them again he's not less real. He's still there, missing an arm, which places him pretty conclusively as the Simon she knows. She's sure he would've mentioned being an amputee if that were normal for him. ]

Simon, [ she bites off, trying to find patience and failing against the avalanche of pain and loss she's been staving off, ] I can't -- I can't go over this again. We're here now. We're -- we're human, I mean, back the way we were originally.

I don't even know if there was a coin toss.