[One foot in the world of humans, and one still in the world of Contractors. Even as Regressor, the spectre of her star had haunted her in the form of phantoms, agents of organizations she could only remember in snatches that wanted her dead whether she remembered a thing or not.
One foot still in that world, in the CDC, with her old comrades, her old memories. It wasn't true freedom, not true life like humans lived, maybe. But it was enough.]
Why?
[The broth goes in, a more savory smell beginning to waft out on the steam roiling off the water, reaching for a wooden spoon and beginning to stir. As she did, her gaze slid back over Amber's way.]
... I think you know why. Better than most Contractors.
[How many years, decades, centuries would Havoc give to have her life be color once more? No- How much would Carmine give? To live feeling like things had meaning and life to them, rather than simply existing in a grey, logical world.
How much would you give to drink from that cup once you'd had a taste?]
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One foot still in that world, in the CDC, with her old comrades, her old memories. It wasn't true freedom, not true life like humans lived, maybe. But it was enough.]
Why?
[The broth goes in, a more savory smell beginning to waft out on the steam roiling off the water, reaching for a wooden spoon and beginning to stir. As she did, her gaze slid back over Amber's way.]
... I think you know why. Better than most Contractors.
[How many years, decades, centuries would Havoc give to have her life be color once more? No- How much would Carmine give? To live feeling like things had meaning and life to them, rather than simply existing in a grey, logical world.
How much would you give to drink from that cup once you'd had a taste?]