[ With whatever bond they share now rooted inside of them, they were still learning. Eddie's experience with the symbiote was one thing – he's able to accept or at the very least, control parts of it. The sensation to Angela's form felt a few degrees colder – that was one of the major changes in her own tests during the recovery process, aside from the insomnia and sense of feeling... off.
Eddie was the veteran here. Whatever the symbiote had done to his life – change it, ruin it, uproot it, divert it... his experiences gave him valuable 'data' to learn and improve from. Be better, as he wants to keep bringing up. The innate call to survive, even in a simple form like improving would be crucial at times, right?
She walks by without so much as making eye contact with him as he speaks. That wasn't cold, he could tell she was instead focused. The run-down clinic had seen better days, had once seen people lining up for her treatments and working well into the night. There was once life here, but now... who knows what they would call this.
Angela disappears into one of the clinic rooms, an overturned medical bed hoisted up with less concern and resistance. She felt a little stronger, despite feeling so fatigued. ]
In all of this endless knowledge, you do know you still must take it one day at a time.
[ Was she ... teasing him? Was she being too scientific with her words? There was warmth there – really, there was rarely a person who did not find the Doctor at least pleasant. Her empathy, her kindness, the sass of her character... there are reasons why those people stood in lines in this very clinic.
Now, even in another room – she feels like part of her is missing. The bed may be flipped over and the sheets stripped of it, caked with dirt and who knew what else – but she stops and looks at the wall... as if she knew Eddie was on the other side of it.
She listens, eyes shut and formulates her own confusing, unsure thoughts. ]
I am not worried about my career. Take me from a fully-fledged hospital to one 10 years behind in its equipment and I still can do good. You must not –
[ Worry? Her steps took her to the doorframe, and by the time she tried to reassure him, mainly to keep his vitals calm – she is greeted with something else. Something she is still adjusting to seeing. He can feel her heart sink, not out of fear but out of ... familiarity? As if she missed the sight... ]
We need to have time to convince. Time to be clear. Clarity inspires, clarity leaves little to doubt. If we understand, if we are clear – that will convince our story.
[ Our story. Our story. Our story.
There was no he or her – only them. ]
As it currently stands? Sleep. I am of no use if I do not get rest. Be it a fight, be it helping, be it... anything. This bond has kept me shivering at night... thinking of – you. All that you are, all that you have been trying to tell me.
[ Her hip catches the doorframe as she leans against it, running her hands through her own blonde strands, pushing stray hair back from her face. ]
Then after that? Making this place suitable. Setting up a secure connection and perhaps... trying to find where Talon has been in this area. They have to be within a 50 mile radius.
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Eddie was the veteran here. Whatever the symbiote had done to his life – change it, ruin it, uproot it, divert it... his experiences gave him valuable 'data' to learn and improve from. Be better, as he wants to keep bringing up. The innate call to survive, even in a simple form like improving would be crucial at times, right?
She walks by without so much as making eye contact with him as he speaks. That wasn't cold, he could tell she was instead focused. The run-down clinic had seen better days, had once seen people lining up for her treatments and working well into the night. There was once life here, but now... who knows what they would call this.
Angela disappears into one of the clinic rooms, an overturned medical bed hoisted up with less concern and resistance. She felt a little stronger, despite feeling so fatigued. ]
In all of this endless knowledge, you do know you still must take it one day at a time.
[ Was she ... teasing him? Was she being too scientific with her words? There was warmth there – really, there was rarely a person who did not find the Doctor at least pleasant. Her empathy, her kindness, the sass of her character... there are reasons why those people stood in lines in this very clinic.
Now, even in another room – she feels like part of her is missing. The bed may be flipped over and the sheets stripped of it, caked with dirt and who knew what else – but she stops and looks at the wall... as if she knew Eddie was on the other side of it.
She listens, eyes shut and formulates her own confusing, unsure thoughts. ]
I am not worried about my career. Take me from a fully-fledged hospital to one 10 years behind in its equipment and I still can do good. You must not –
[ Worry? Her steps took her to the doorframe, and by the time she tried to reassure him, mainly to keep his vitals calm – she is greeted with something else. Something she is still adjusting to seeing. He can feel her heart sink, not out of fear but out of ... familiarity? As if she missed the sight... ]
We need to have time to convince. Time to be clear. Clarity inspires, clarity leaves little to doubt. If we understand, if we are clear – that will convince our story.
[ Our story. Our story. Our story.
There was no he or her – only them. ]
As it currently stands? Sleep. I am of no use if I do not get rest. Be it a fight, be it helping, be it... anything. This bond has kept me shivering at night... thinking of – you. All that you are, all that you have been trying to tell me.
[ Her hip catches the doorframe as she leans against it, running her hands through her own blonde strands, pushing stray hair back from her face. ]
Then after that? Making this place suitable. Setting up a secure connection and perhaps... trying to find where Talon has been in this area. They have to be within a 50 mile radius.