02-22-2014, 10:31 AM
If Torri doubted Michael's word, she didn't flinch or cry over it. Maybe it was the cynicism of being but one small cog in a giant machine, but she took the news rather well. Lying in bed before her was a man that in the matter of minutes could destroy he entire camp like some crazy alien with a raygun built into his head. Sure. Why not? Never mind that it made no medical sense, but modern medicine didn't understand the majority of miracles going on in the body.
"I feel hatred all over the world, Michael. Every single soldier I've ever treated. Every Time of Death I call. As long as there's people on this planet, there will be wars. Its human nature."
She shrugged like she were accepting of the fact. "When I was on tour in South America, the body on the table wasn't them or us, it was another patient that needed my attention. Its not my job to avert war, but if anyone can do it, its the Ascendancy."
Her look softened as though entertaining an amusing idea. "Or maybe you."
"But yes, I'll do what I can."
An uncomfortable feeling rose. She shifted. Accusations of treason crossed her mind. She imagined herself facing the horrors of court marshal. But if it meant helping Michael save a city that - for now - was still a part of her homeland, the CCD, and avert an entire war, the repercussions, discharge, prison, execution... would be worth it.
I'm going to regret this.
Despite the flattening of her voice, her eyes betrayed intimidation that was not easy to press upon her otherwise stalwart demeanor, "The Ascendancy is another Survivor. Like you."
She closely monitored his expression for recognition, surprise, or anything in between.
"Did you know that? Is that why you're here, Michael?"
A civilian contracted by the CCD military entrusted with far more responsibility than should be expected.
"I feel hatred all over the world, Michael. Every single soldier I've ever treated. Every Time of Death I call. As long as there's people on this planet, there will be wars. Its human nature."
She shrugged like she were accepting of the fact. "When I was on tour in South America, the body on the table wasn't them or us, it was another patient that needed my attention. Its not my job to avert war, but if anyone can do it, its the Ascendancy."
Her look softened as though entertaining an amusing idea. "Or maybe you."
"But yes, I'll do what I can."
An uncomfortable feeling rose. She shifted. Accusations of treason crossed her mind. She imagined herself facing the horrors of court marshal. But if it meant helping Michael save a city that - for now - was still a part of her homeland, the CCD, and avert an entire war, the repercussions, discharge, prison, execution... would be worth it.
I'm going to regret this.
Despite the flattening of her voice, her eyes betrayed intimidation that was not easy to press upon her otherwise stalwart demeanor, "The Ascendancy is another Survivor. Like you."
She closely monitored his expression for recognition, surprise, or anything in between.
"Did you know that? Is that why you're here, Michael?"
A civilian contracted by the CCD military entrusted with far more responsibility than should be expected.