Pamela flinched at the tone in his voice. She took everything in at once, her thoughts complying possible responses, but also possible reason for the tome. "You blame Me, I know. You're mad at me, I know. I tried to do my best. Everytime I got close to taking you away, it was foiled by him. Finally, when I heard what he was doing, I feared that he would turn you into a version of him." She had never stopped trying, just like she had never stopped watching Phoebe.

"Hate me. It won't be the first time I've been hated, nor will it be the last. It don't hate me without a good reason. Yes, I left you with him, but not by choice. Phoebe was one miricle, you were another." Since she had been told she couldn't have children, having children was a miricle. "So hate me. You're alive and that's all that matters to me"

She wanted to throw the phone across the room, horrible thing that it was, the only non-Eco thing she had, but she didn't. It was the only thing that she had that she could connect.