[ In a sense, he's showing fire to a caveman. An understanding that feels simple, but it's foreign. Unknown. New. She has not and will not live thousands of years to soak up society, culture, and the history of the world – but he presents her with a cheatsheet in a sense.
Their bond was unlike anything anyone had come across. Nothing in Overwatch's history could prepare her for this. Dealing with Omnics was a hurdle that the world had to overcome, Null Sector came next. Talon, like a parasite, was always lingering – always there. However, there were limited studies on alien life, limited testimonials of conspiracy theories that may just be true. Angela didn't want that badge – she didn't want that honor.
She moves silently, stuffing the tests into her medical bag with a few additional medicines that seemed to be somewhat responsive to the symbiote – everything else went into the disposal for medical waste. There would be no trace, as even now – Angela had ensured their conversation would not be recorded by the security camera. It takes a moment for there to be anything else from her but actions, how she stumbles every so often from a disoriented and rushed state.
Angela knows him not by knowledge or wisdom, but by feelings. But, feelings can't be explained. They can be subjected to interpretation and it makes her want to find the words. She stops when they give a permission she did not need and he can see that a mundane life was being uprooted infront of him. Eddie can see that, maybe that symbiote would as well. A doctor, a hero she may be... but – this flies her into a gray area. Medicine was full of those. ]
Then you are to follow your doctor's order. We are to leave this place now. [ She can feel him – feel the curiosity and feel the willingness to stay close. To follow. To accept. Angela's way was mostly by the book, but how could she when this was not... anything she could have studied for? She does not purge the feeling of possessiveness, the lingering note that she was being watched even when rooms separated them. ] I am extracting you to an area few know of, something suitable for your freedom and something suitable for my studies.
[ She's to the door, bag at her hip with everything packed away. Her absence will not trigger Overwatch to hunt for her – as Venom is not the only one able to deal with a duality. A double life.
The door opens and the hallway was empty, from the windows peppered across, there was an unmarked truck. Their way out. ]
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Their bond was unlike anything anyone had come across. Nothing in Overwatch's history could prepare her for this. Dealing with Omnics was a hurdle that the world had to overcome, Null Sector came next. Talon, like a parasite, was always lingering – always there. However, there were limited studies on alien life, limited testimonials of conspiracy theories that may just be true. Angela didn't want that badge – she didn't want that honor.
She moves silently, stuffing the tests into her medical bag with a few additional medicines that seemed to be somewhat responsive to the symbiote – everything else went into the disposal for medical waste. There would be no trace, as even now – Angela had ensured their conversation would not be recorded by the security camera. It takes a moment for there to be anything else from her but actions, how she stumbles every so often from a disoriented and rushed state.
Angela knows him not by knowledge or wisdom, but by feelings. But, feelings can't be explained. They can be subjected to interpretation and it makes her want to find the words. She stops when they give a permission she did not need and he can see that a mundane life was being uprooted infront of him. Eddie can see that, maybe that symbiote would as well. A doctor, a hero she may be... but – this flies her into a gray area. Medicine was full of those. ]
Then you are to follow your doctor's order. We are to leave this place now. [ She can feel him – feel the curiosity and feel the willingness to stay close. To follow. To accept. Angela's way was mostly by the book, but how could she when this was not... anything she could have studied for? She does not purge the feeling of possessiveness, the lingering note that she was being watched even when rooms separated them. ] I am extracting you to an area few know of, something suitable for your freedom and something suitable for my studies.
[ She's to the door, bag at her hip with everything packed away. Her absence will not trigger Overwatch to hunt for her – as Venom is not the only one able to deal with a duality. A double life.
The door opens and the hallway was empty, from the windows peppered across, there was an unmarked truck. Their way out. ]
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