[ She has no opinion. How can she formulate one? She's running on under a dozen hours of sleep for the past week – he can feel that she's invigorated only by them. For what plagues her at night, gives her life? It makes no sense, yet here she was – alert and able to parse the trip outside of a monitored zone, a safezone that Overwatch had liberated from an invading Null Sector unit months prior. As Eddie speaks, she glances over to him, brows perked at the tendril with a life of its own. Two entities, two mannerisms... she is not sure how to react with that but there's a courteous nod of her head to him and a small smile. ]
I would be a poor doctor if I was not able to ... adapt to situations. I did not expect this... and I feel guilt – [ That perhaps others had died in the line of 'duty' and she survived. Albeit changed... she survived. ] What is done, is done. There is no going back to undo, no matter if you would have chose another option or the situation would have been different.
[ Angela hits a turn that leads to a 14-mile stretch of road. 14 miles of forest would be a cover that leads them to a small village – the depths of the forest still ripped with strife of decaying machines, of where nature was beginning to reclaim. The crisis before – it was not a festering wound thanks to Overwatch, but there were still scars. She's use to the drive, use to how haunting each tree felt whipping by.
She feels a cold shiver roam down her spine when he mentions her accolades – she was not humble, but instead proud. One of the few things breaking the media's presumed "watchful angel" persona they make from her. She's worked hard – sacrificed enough, so when he says he knows her ... she wonders if he really does.
It was obvious they were on equal footing with this. When she took him into her care, when she recovered faster – there had to be some glimpse of the man underneath the symbiote. Some murmurs of who he was. She has questions – on if his own snooping and career had put him in this "line of fire". That makes two (three) of them. ]
You give a doctor a purpose, a reason to continue to do good and help. This is not an ailment. This is not a sickness. You... need care. Many doctors view it simply: a prescription, a routine, a therapy. This is much more, yes? I may not understand – heaven's know I will not fully – but ... I believe that forward is the only way.
[ And he feels that belief, doesn't he?
The miles tick by. Marker after marker until the expanse of a rural countryside greets them. There were peppered houses, small businesses in a more central part of town. There had to be maybe 150 people within a 5 mile radius – it was a place still healing. Trees were planted in their infancy to reclaim the earth that felt like ground zero after the crisis, buildings were mis-matched with bricks to rebuild. When they end up to a small clinic... it couldn't be more than 3 rooms at most. A hanging sign read "NO DOCTOR", the doors chained and windows fogged with dirt.
Angela sits in silence when she puts the truck into park. ]
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[ She has no opinion. How can she formulate one? She's running on under a dozen hours of sleep for the past week – he can feel that she's invigorated only by them. For what plagues her at night, gives her life? It makes no sense, yet here she was – alert and able to parse the trip outside of a monitored zone, a safezone that Overwatch had liberated from an invading Null Sector unit months prior. As Eddie speaks, she glances over to him, brows perked at the tendril with a life of its own. Two entities, two mannerisms... she is not sure how to react with that but there's a courteous nod of her head to him and a small smile. ]
I would be a poor doctor if I was not able to ... adapt to situations. I did not expect this... and I feel guilt – [ That perhaps others had died in the line of 'duty' and she survived. Albeit changed... she survived. ] What is done, is done. There is no going back to undo, no matter if you would have chose another option or the situation would have been different.
[ Angela hits a turn that leads to a 14-mile stretch of road. 14 miles of forest would be a cover that leads them to a small village – the depths of the forest still ripped with strife of decaying machines, of where nature was beginning to reclaim. The crisis before – it was not a festering wound thanks to Overwatch, but there were still scars. She's use to the drive, use to how haunting each tree felt whipping by.
She feels a cold shiver roam down her spine when he mentions her accolades – she was not humble, but instead proud. One of the few things breaking the media's presumed "watchful angel" persona they make from her. She's worked hard – sacrificed enough, so when he says he knows her ... she wonders if he really does.
It was obvious they were on equal footing with this. When she took him into her care, when she recovered faster – there had to be some glimpse of the man underneath the symbiote. Some murmurs of who he was. She has questions – on if his own snooping and career had put him in this "line of fire". That makes two (three) of them. ]
You give a doctor a purpose, a reason to continue to do good and help. This is not an ailment. This is not a sickness. You... need care. Many doctors view it simply: a prescription, a routine, a therapy. This is much more, yes? I may not understand – heaven's know I will not fully – but ... I believe that forward is the only way.
[ And he feels that belief, doesn't he?
The miles tick by. Marker after marker until the expanse of a rural countryside greets them. There were peppered houses, small businesses in a more central part of town. There had to be maybe 150 people within a 5 mile radius – it was a place still healing. Trees were planted in their infancy to reclaim the earth that felt like ground zero after the crisis, buildings were mis-matched with bricks to rebuild. When they end up to a small clinic... it couldn't be more than 3 rooms at most. A hanging sign read "NO DOCTOR", the doors chained and windows fogged with dirt.
Angela sits in silence when she puts the truck into park. ]