[ It was easy to accept life as it should be. This was one of the first things many doctors believe – that it is an inevitability to age, grow, and eventually die. If she was to die, something other than fate interjected. Now, as she feels a pull almost bringing her from inside of her own head – inside of her own misunderstandings and shortcomings in terms of bonding so clearly with this being.
They were at a crossroads – sensations she never could attribute to love or lust, but a sense of... home. As if this warmth reminds her of sunny summer days where the festival goers pass the window right in front of them. When the pull of home calls, it makes her eyes nearly swell up in tears. He gives her honesty, a gentleness that she did not admittedly expect.
Words feel short of her acceptance. That even after such a short period, her time with the symbiote has changed part of her. There was no denying. The dreams, the coldness, the difference in how she looks upon him compared to their first encounter – it was different now. Breaking the concept of individuality, it was difficult for her but – ]
Show me, then. If you offer the solution... I wish to test this... bond.
[ There was no romanticism to her acceptance. To her agreement. Science and medicine would be nowhere without testing... and perhaps – the fear subsides when she realizes this itself is a test and she is almost eager for an answer. For a result she can try to make sense of. If he offers her warmth, if he offers her something... she accepts, her gaze falling upon him without fear or even uncertainty.
Angela looks to him as confident as she did in the field, as if this could save a life – or three, if the fates were kind. ]
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They were at a crossroads – sensations she never could attribute to love or lust, but a sense of... home. As if this warmth reminds her of sunny summer days where the festival goers pass the window right in front of them. When the pull of home calls, it makes her eyes nearly swell up in tears. He gives her honesty, a gentleness that she did not admittedly expect.
Words feel short of her acceptance. That even after such a short period, her time with the symbiote has changed part of her. There was no denying. The dreams, the coldness, the difference in how she looks upon him compared to their first encounter – it was different now. Breaking the concept of individuality, it was difficult for her but – ]
Show me, then. If you offer the solution... I wish to test this... bond.
[ There was no romanticism to her acceptance. To her agreement. Science and medicine would be nowhere without testing... and perhaps – the fear subsides when she realizes this itself is a test and she is almost eager for an answer. For a result she can try to make sense of. If he offers her warmth, if he offers her something... she accepts, her gaze falling upon him without fear or even uncertainty.
Angela looks to him as confident as she did in the field, as if this could save a life – or three, if the fates were kind. ]