[ They had run tests on her afterwards too. The two had been side by side, in a tank full of bio-organic fluid and steadily secured until their release. By all results, they were both healthy, but there were things that linger. Parts on the test she read after her own dismissal that allowed her to take control of his treatment. Angela stays up late in the next room over – he can see her through the window most nights, falling asleep at her desk. He needed observation during this period and she tries to become a buffer between any control of Overwatch or even a government attempting to lay claim.
He is not ready for testimonials nor do I think he would do much to for interrogation. He is a patient first.
He could hear her last night, advocating that there was a person there, as much as he may expect someone to stand up for omnic rights. Whatever he had become, whatever duality that ripped through him... she speaks for both Eddie and what 'plagued' him. She feels it – even now when she feels herself alone... that prickle at the back of her neck raises goosebumps against her skin.
And now, she yields her expertise to shield him, like he did to her. ]
I can not tell you who to trust. They are good. They mean good, at least, if you are pessimistic.
[ But, the road to hell was paved in good intention. She stands up slowly – stuffing her clipboard to the wall with the rest of her test results – and instead, their eyes meet in that moment. ]
I see nothing horrifying before me. The world grew up with boogeymen, monsters under the bed... they will see horrors are not in the monster but instead in what they do not understand.
[ She sees no monster. An abnormality? Yes. ]
It shows you have control. For the past 48 hours... I've seen the symbiote slip from your form. It feels as if it is reaching away – for something. Do you feel control when you focus? When you go slow?
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He is not ready for testimonials nor do I think he would do much to for interrogation. He is a patient first.
He could hear her last night, advocating that there was a person there, as much as he may expect someone to stand up for omnic rights. Whatever he had become, whatever duality that ripped through him... she speaks for both Eddie and what 'plagued' him. She feels it – even now when she feels herself alone... that prickle at the back of her neck raises goosebumps against her skin.
And now, she yields her expertise to shield him, like he did to her. ]
I can not tell you who to trust. They are good. They mean good, at least, if you are pessimistic.
[ But, the road to hell was paved in good intention. She stands up slowly – stuffing her clipboard to the wall with the rest of her test results – and instead, their eyes meet in that moment. ]
I see nothing horrifying before me. The world grew up with boogeymen, monsters under the bed... they will see horrors are not in the monster but instead in what they do not understand.
[ She sees no monster. An abnormality? Yes. ]
It shows you have control. For the past 48 hours... I've seen the symbiote slip from your form. It feels as if it is reaching away – for something. Do you feel control when you focus? When you go slow?