[ She takes that smile as a good sign and returns it as she continues to work on patching her up. She always had had a way with people as far as making them feel comfortable went. There were reasons she was known as the "Guardian Angel" of Overwatch with her name publicized as Mercy. ]
Nowhere in any world does someone deserve any kind of punishment like this. It's cruelty and I am sorry that you are reliving it now. Old wounds should never be reopened, but if you wish to speak further about your trauma at any time, I'm here for you. Any day, any time.
[ She puts on the last bandage and goes to stand. ] How about you get dressed now. I'd like to give you an nanobiotic injection to boost your body's healing system. It may or may not help, depending on the reasons Deerington has for this. However, it won't do you any harm.
[...She's never really talked to anyone about that day in Wonderland. About lying on the hard, rocky ground, the pool of her blood growing around her. Listening to Sans' dying words before he turned into a pile of dust at her feet.
And then being alone, waiting for the end to come, as the blood loss eventually claimed her.]
Thanks. I'll... keep that in mind.
[She doubts she'll find a chance to talk about it here, if she never did in Wonderland.
She struggles to put her clothes on, taking her time and pushing through the stinging pain.]
Nanobots, huh? [She tries to lighten the mood a little, unaware if she's stepping on any improper topics.] Sure they won't make me a pawn in the inevitable robot uprising?
[ Angela went to retrieve her staff. She knew that for Max the joke was directed at the idea that such a thing would likely never happen. The sad truth was that for Angela that was the truth she lived in. Wars between the omnics and the humans. It had been unending and it had taken so many people that she had loved.
She let out a sad laugh. She knew she had meant no harm by it, but it brought a pang to her chest all the same. ]
Not these little guys, thankfully. I have enough coursing through my veins that I am actually constantly rebuilding my genetic make up to heal.
No, it's the bigger ones in my world that you have to worry about. The ones that have become sentient, or at least some of them. Some are very peaceful and just want to live.
[Max looks a little surprised at Angela's first statements. Up until that point nanobots kind of sounded like make-believe sci-fi, not something to be taken too seriously. But finding out that there are some inside Angela, that they're actually changing her... well, that sounds very real.
The surprise only grows as Angela goes on. Max adjusts her clothes awkwardly, fully dressed now, but embarrassed for an entirely new reason.]
...I'm sorry. It was a bad joke. [Excuse her while she stares at her knees.] I guess I... never really believed it'd come to that.
[ She waved off the concern with a flick of her wrist and another warm smile. ]
There is nothing at all to worry about. With all the worlds out there it's hard to know which ones cross. Perhaps it is not the future you will see.
Machines are so very important. Our technology can do so many things. The issues are that people don't have respect for machines. They treated them like slaves, but when some of them became sentient, they rightfully fought against that treatment. I worked for an agency that was responsible for bringing about a brief time of peace. However, it peace is often short lived when those in power forget to be kind. I suppose we'll continue fighting for that peace.
[ It was the abridged version of it all, but she hoped it at least explained it a little better. ]
So when you go back, be kind to machines. They may yet someday rule the world.
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Nowhere in any world does someone deserve any kind of punishment like this. It's cruelty and I am sorry that you are reliving it now. Old wounds should never be reopened, but if you wish to speak further about your trauma at any time, I'm here for you. Any day, any time.
[ She puts on the last bandage and goes to stand. ] How about you get dressed now. I'd like to give you an nanobiotic injection to boost your body's healing system. It may or may not help, depending on the reasons Deerington has for this. However, it won't do you any harm.
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And then being alone, waiting for the end to come, as the blood loss eventually claimed her.]
Thanks. I'll... keep that in mind.
[She doubts she'll find a chance to talk about it here, if she never did in Wonderland.
She struggles to put her clothes on, taking her time and pushing through the stinging pain.]
Nanobots, huh? [She tries to lighten the mood a little, unaware if she's stepping on any improper topics.] Sure they won't make me a pawn in the inevitable robot uprising?
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She let out a sad laugh. She knew she had meant no harm by it, but it brought a pang to her chest all the same. ]
Not these little guys, thankfully. I have enough coursing through my veins that I am actually constantly rebuilding my genetic make up to heal.
No, it's the bigger ones in my world that you have to worry about. The ones that have become sentient, or at least some of them. Some are very peaceful and just want to live.
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The surprise only grows as Angela goes on. Max adjusts her clothes awkwardly, fully dressed now, but embarrassed for an entirely new reason.]
...I'm sorry. It was a bad joke. [Excuse her while she stares at her knees.] I guess I... never really believed it'd come to that.
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There is nothing at all to worry about. With all the worlds out there it's hard to know which ones cross. Perhaps it is not the future you will see.
Machines are so very important. Our technology can do so many things. The issues are that people don't have respect for machines. They treated them like slaves, but when some of them became sentient, they rightfully fought against that treatment. I worked for an agency that was responsible for bringing about a brief time of peace. However, it peace is often short lived when those in power forget to be kind. I suppose we'll continue fighting for that peace.
[ It was the abridged version of it all, but she hoped it at least explained it a little better. ]
So when you go back, be kind to machines. They may yet someday rule the world.