I think in order to write a character, my sympathy has to be greater than my fear. After Sarah drove that truck into Jamie's car and made her lose the baby (and get the bionic limbs and so forth), my sympathy level was pretty much nonexistent. I don't care that she's crazy because the government made her that way--she's just scary.

Wow, that was a lot of stuff for a character I don't think about at all. Hah!