“I know,” he rasped softly after a beat or two. “I can’t close my eyes without seeing it– without…” He hesitated a moment, silence laden with tangible pain. “Without seeing it kill them. My raptors, I mean… I should feel worse that people died, but I don’t. All I can see is that thing killing my hard work. My friends… Family? I raised them, spent countless hours with them… Fed and patched up and worked with them…” He huffed a sigh and fell silent, listening to her admission. “No,” he said firmly. “Claire, it’s not your fault. This thing would have found a way to get out and kill, whether you had known about it or not. Yeah, you could have probably been a little more proactive, I won’t lie to you. But this whole thing wasn’t your fault. It was Wu’s. He created that thing without doing research or willing to sit down and study the creatures he spliced together to consider temperamental outcome,” he told her, starting to get a little riled up.
“I’m sorry that it turned out the way that it did.” What else could she say? That the Indominus was a monster and this never should have happened? That much was a given, but somehow it all felt like she was laying the blame back at her own feet. The anguish in his voice tugged painfully at her heart; if she’d never let the Indominus out of control, he wouldn’t have suffered like this.
“We all should have done something,” she said after a moment. “Not you and me-- but the people responsible for the Indominus. Me, Wu, Masrani. Countless geneticists and handlers, and everyone else who contributed to its existence. We should have known better, but we let our egos get in the way. And now we’ve paid the price.”
