[ oh, jack. a thumb taps against the hard glass casing of the medication, not missing a word as she observes the old soldier's movements. ana remembers the past when they were still young, saving the world and ripping apart aggressive omnics by hand — with her, it's with her bare hands when the rifle is away — and without the need of wraps and strong drugs.
shrike wonders about the life of soldier: 76 ever since ana amari and jack morrison died years ago. the twin scars on his face, the "had worse" that he doesn't elaborate on. stories. ]
Sounds like I have a lot of catching up to do. [ she drops down on one knee. ] But first, medicine.
[ this is the part where she moves to take one of his hands. it's not angela's miracle staff, but it does the trick. ]
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shrike wonders about the life of soldier: 76 ever since ana amari and jack morrison died years ago. the twin scars on his face, the "had worse" that he doesn't elaborate on. stories. ]
Sounds like I have a lot of catching up to do. [ she drops down on one knee. ] But first, medicine.
[ this is the part where she moves to take one of his hands. it's not angela's miracle staff, but it does the trick. ]
Tell me what I've missed.