[ There's something in her heart now – some warm feeling that she can't explain. Maybe it was a phantom pain... a phantom feeling. Something that countered any darkness that could encroach upon her. By all measures, her work would never reach the full potential. She remembers the push back – how Moira, another prominent 'healer' would take a path that made Overwatch fearful that Angela would follow. There were rules she lives inside, boundaries that her mind can't even begin to think outside.

A moral compass does little to help the world in the name of science, someone once told her.

So, now she sits – watching as something that had quite literally felt like it was near death not too long ago take controlled and restrained steps. She knew that was the real test. Not getting him on a treadmill, not sending him through an assortment of strength tests. Restraint... true restraint. Her pen clicks idly, a habit of her anxiety that usually felt suppressed – now apparent as much as her eyes following him. ]

Nonsense. You would not be here if you were their enemy. [ That much she would defend. Overwatch was shakey, but she doesn't dare believe they would keep him caged like an animal. Science had a purpose, sure – but Angela was the one that brings humanity back into it. She tests him without really testing him, in a sense. This was safe. This was overcoming mental as well as physical. ] But, focus. Step by step. No leaps, no bounds. Let your form work together, yea? If you can go fast, you can go slow.

[ Her words were cold, sure – but there was encouragement there. Something to keep him on track. She furrows her brows as she looks to the charts still pinned to the wall – a few tests she ran that only she understood. Charts of mental strain, graphics comparing symbiote versus non-symbiote brain patterns and heart monitoring. ]

Do you feel resistance?