Alycia pauses, half-raises an eyebrow, lets out something that might have been a snort turned down to 2. "In order: certainly and I figured; yes but wow no comment; and no though absolutely yes (and then no)." Her tense smile fades. "Since the topic of memories and the Heart Factory kinda-sorta came up -- not by design, but just as well ..." She leans back in the chair, and folds her hands together. "When we were over in the alternate future, with the factory, Leo told me that ... my connectomes were ..." Her voice takes on a sing-song note on the next. "... still stored in the machine." Serious again, "That you hadn't purged them after Jason and I got our --" She waves with one hand vaguely at her head. "-- patch jobs. You hadn't, he mentioned specifically, though he took blame for it as well." Alycia purses her lips. "One could argue it worked out well, or a least effectively, since it meant Jason was there, too, which meant Leo could ... impose our Jason on that future one. Heal him in a way he hadn't been healed before. And that went --" She stops, lets her gaze slip away. "But my memories, my self ... I was -- not happy, Summer, to be told that. That I was there, in that box, capable of being used, or be modified, to create ... whatever someone would want to create from me. Conscienceless killer. Pliant plaything. Programmed. Manipulated. Enslaved. Whatever. Jesus, Father would --" She cuts off again, shaking her head a few times. "I know that wasn't your intent. Neither was it Leo's. And I trust you both in my believing that. But I -- just wanted you to know ..." She meets Summer's gaze again, and her voice drops. "That kind of thing is right in the ballpark of worse goddamned nightmares for me. I was so damned angry, I didn't show Leo the half of it so that I didn't do ... something ... awful. But it was anger born of, for lack of a better word, terror." She blinks a couple of times. "It's fixed now, Leo showed me how to delete it all, and I did. I just ... I don't know if I'd go through that again now, the Victory Merge. Even knowing what it did for me, for Jason. Especially knowing what it left vulnerable. I'm a lot clearer on the kind of awfulness my Father did to me. Thinking of what someone could have done, even if it wasn't you or your kin, knowing that I, myself, was hanging out there in the wind, waiting for some worst case scenario to come true ..." Alycia trails off and shrugs. "I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, Summer." She flexes her hands, sore from from clenching. "I do know, and really do believe, that it was a simple mistake, negligence, not thinking things through, and it's not that I expect you to do anything about it, really. But I had to get it in the open, rather than let it fester. To let you know I knew. And to just ... tell you ... all that." She clears her throat. "I -- think the tea's ... probably ready."