[ It spills out too fast, her hammering heart flooding out the pragmatism she clings to so fiercely. It's impulsive and messy, and she can't stop the initial word that makes its way past the horrified lump in her throat. 'They just want to watch it happen.' All of this is 'perfectly normal'. She feel like she might be ill. Is it not enough to give someone an experimental soul to begin with, a dead one, but to be so unperturbed by the outcome?
They knew. They had to have known. And here is Ace, this man who has spared no thought for himself but for the people of this city and for the Augmented besides, who just smiles and insists that maybe it will help.
She can't. She can't accept it. It's just too cruel. ]
It's not worth it. Finding any of that out... Ace, that isn't worth your wellness or your life.
[ Her fingers flex. The anger is blinding, terrible, as painful as the horror that accompanies it. Before she can stop herself, she's reaching gently for his shoulder, fingers spread so she isn't touching his skin but nor are her claws so close to harm him. Her eyes search his face.
How can you offer me such kindness and then act as though it'll all be okay? ]
Please, there has to be something. What can I do to help you? What can any of us do to help you? It's not right that you go through this on your own—
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[ It spills out too fast, her hammering heart flooding out the pragmatism she clings to so fiercely. It's impulsive and messy, and she can't stop the initial word that makes its way past the horrified lump in her throat. 'They just want to watch it happen.' All of this is 'perfectly normal'. She feel like she might be ill. Is it not enough to give someone an experimental soul to begin with, a dead one, but to be so unperturbed by the outcome?
They knew. They had to have known. And here is Ace, this man who has spared no thought for himself but for the people of this city and for the Augmented besides, who just smiles and insists that maybe it will help.
She can't. She can't accept it. It's just too cruel. ]
It's not worth it. Finding any of that out... Ace, that isn't worth your wellness or your life.
[ Her fingers flex. The anger is blinding, terrible, as painful as the horror that accompanies it. Before she can stop herself, she's reaching gently for his shoulder, fingers spread so she isn't touching his skin but nor are her claws so close to harm him. Her eyes search his face.
How can you offer me such kindness and then act as though it'll all be okay? ]
Please, there has to be something. What can I do to help you? What can any of us do to help you? It's not right that you go through this on your own—