Timid, respectful, obedient, harmless Nathaniel.
And a monster who'd capture Shell off the street and force her home with him and destroy her.
She can't fathom it. She is not a perfect copy of the other Bells. She thinks - they agree, for that matter - that she's turned out gentler and softer than they. Certainly she did not have as fine an education, except perhaps compared to Shell Bell, except in music. But they are still undeniably, essentially versions of her.
She has to know what happened to Voice, to make him Voice and not timid, respectful, obedient, harmless Nathaniel.
So she tells Micaiah where she will be going, and asks Jane to take her there, and she seeks out Voice.
"I might be a little familiar to you, if you looked at me. You had an alternate version of me, kept in your box, for twenty-five years," Angela says. "She is a lot like me. There is someone who is similarly like you, where I am from. And someone similarly like the prisoner who was taken from you recently."
Angela sighs and backs up. "There are many worlds. Some of them have magic and some don't, some of them have creatures other than ordinary mortal humans on them who can nonetheless think and speak and some don't, some differ in other ways. My world is called Samaria. There's another called Atlantis. There's another without a name, that you're from. A girl on Atlantis died, and appeared here, and you took her home with you and kept her for twenty-five years and let her go. Later, you captured someone from the same world as you, and that's the prisoner that the new management took away from you. Between worlds people are often similar - cut from the same mold and then sanded down a little differently. The girl who died on Atlantis and I are alternates of each other in that way. And my husband and your last captive are alternates of each other in that way. And my brother-in-law and you are alternates of each other in this way, but I don't understand, because he's a harmless child and I cannot imagine him growing up to kidnap and torture people who'd done him no harm, and I want to know why this could happen."
"I didn't know it would trouble you. I have the same modification myself. I ought to have inquired." She sighs. "And I know Shell asked you to stop, asked you to let her go, asked you not to hurt her - and asked you not to hurt her again - and I know you didn't listen to her and it wasn't an innocent mistake. I need to know why, I can't just declare your template inherently evil, not when Nathaniel is ten and harmless and my brother-in-law and I have any hope of steering him into a decent adulthood."
"I wish I knew where you began to be so afraid. Nathaniel is timid, but he doesn't seem to want everyone to avoid looking at him or thinking about him. I don't know whether to expect him to have avoided whatever became of you completely, or expect the timidity to turn him into someone more like you."
"And you don't want me to make you able to look for yourself, and you don't want Jane to look, and you don't want me to talk to the judge who already knows because it's possible they've forgotten, and you probably don't want me to go to the world you lived in and have a look at its past as concerns you either."
"And there is a reason we arranged for Jane to need permission to judgesight, so I am not going to do any of those things anyway," sighs Angela, "in spite of the fact that you certainly didn't much care what Shell wanted, or what Queenie wanted, or what any of the other people you kept captive wanted." She shakes her head. "And lie detection only detects lies, not mistakes, so I can't just ask you to answer the question various ways until we find the right one."
"She - it will probably be a she, but not necessarily - won't be able to go very far away from you without it hurting, unless you stretch the distance enough to snap," says Angela. "You won't want to let anyone else touch her - other daemons are fine but you're not likely to encounter any here. I'm not sure exactly what it would be like but I'm assured that apart from the most intimate of circumstances it's to be avoided. I can give you the ability to tuck her away inside yourself whenever you like, if you want. Say when and I'll ask Jane to send you to Alethia and back to get her."
"I'll leave you be, now," she says. "Thank you for your help." She turns invisible so she won't alarm anyone at the Janepoint on Voice and Queenie's old world.
[Now, please, Jane.]
Invisible in Voice's world, Angela teleports to "one hundred miles Londonward of the South Pole" - Amariah suggested it as an unobtrusive place to hang out on Earths, suitable for people who do not get cold - and finds that she doesn't not get cold to quite the same extent as Amariah and requires a bit of hexing to be comfortable. Once that is taken care of, she peers into her copy of Stella's past-watching power, and looks.
Angela skips ahead in smaller increments still after the girl, because - that might be important. One of Voice's distinguishing characteristics as a torturer is that he never touched his captives. Shell had enough of a sample to know this to be unusual. And yet here is a girl. What is he doing an hour later - two?
What he is is trembling. He hides his face in his hands.
"And you're so sensitive! About the littlest things! Really, I don't... I don't think we can make this work."
"Please," he mumbles, "I thought we were..."
"Were," she says. "Yeah. Not anymore."
He trembles some more. She stands watching him for another few seconds, then murmurs, "Bye," and leaves.
He sleeps very badly that night.
The time after that, he's standing outside an apartment building late at night, kissing a woman on the cheek and then watching to make sure she gets inside safely.
He doesn't seem upset about that one, either.
Sometimes he cries afterward, or has insomnia, or (in one memorable instance) throws up. But these reactions are not the norm.
Just one problem: as their relationship progresses, she starts talking about how he should be on better terms with his parents. Apparently one phone call to his mother roughly once a month doesn't cut it. She wants to meet them, and she thinks he should see them more.
He doesn't seem able or willing to give her any reasons behind his continued, faltering, hesitant refusals.
In one argument, she slaps him. He flinches away and then leaves almost immediately. The stress reaction that night is particularly intense.
Most of the contact after that is initiated by his girlfriend, not him. But despite increasing tensions, they don't break up.
They do keep arguing. About increasingly trivial things. Sometimes his girlfriend uses mild physical force, a slap or a shove, and that always ends the disagreement in her favour. As this happens more and more, he becomes more and more frightened and submissive in her presence.
They persist in this unhappy equilibrium for a while. And then one day they argue again, and she hits him again, and he hits back.
There is a lot of screaming, and a lot of crying, and much shoving and slapping from both sides, and then his girlfriend's head hits the corner of the granite countertop and there is a lot of blood.
He calms down after that.
He doesn't seem to have a problem touching her once she's dead. He touches her hands, her lips; he cries into her hair and holds her and tells her he's sorry, over and over, he's sorry he's sorry he's sorry sorry sorry sorry until the word dissolves into quiet sobs.
The death of his girlfriend is made to quietly go away, with the judicious application of money and lies. He returns to the normal rhythms of his life; he graduates from school and becomes a lawyer; he moves to a better apartment.
He is more careful than ever not to touch anyone. But he... looks at them, sometimes. Longingly.
"A great many things, a long time ago. I - I think Nathaniel will be fine. Voice was never taken from his parents, and there was a long, slow descent into - problems, after that." Pause. "I gave Voice a daemon, to keep him company, in exchange for his consent that I look at his past on his world."