[It would be easy to get caught up in a circle like this. To accuse her, to become enraged, because all he can do is put forth his full belief that Cheryl has made it because she is strong, so damned strong. But he does realize that this frustration of this girl's feels... real. Even Dahlia wasn't a particularly good actress, Harry had just been a desperate man then.

So, he folds his arms and tries to seriously consider this.]

Heather is the name I gave my daughter to hide from them, their Order. You know that already. But Harry is my name. Harry Mason. We used Morris for awhile.

That isn't what you know, though.

[Frustrated as he is, he's trying to think through this, rationalize. It's all that he can do right now, even if everything in him wants to just be angry.]

I used to dye her hair blonde. Her hair... it's dark, and it's what they would be looking for, so we changed that too. To keep her safe. What about you?