Were you not the one saying we did not understand, that I could not understand and could never hope to? Are you surprised that I want to rectify this?
[ Perhaps he'd be shocked to know the remorse that is buried in her chest, festering like rot. Perhaps it wouldn't matter to him. Perhaps all he wants is for someone to place blame on, especially now that he is away from Zaun. In the end, it doesn't matter; this is a decision she is making for herself, with or without his blessing. But the recommendation is helpful, and Mel gives a tip of her head into what passes for a nod. She'll head there when she has time, once she knows how to properly disguise herself so as not to attract real attention.
Mel starts to stand. They may not have fully fleshed out their terms but, in this, they have some direction. She pauses once she uncrosses her legs, both feet on the floor, considering him. Whether the question lands poorly or not, there is no change to her expression, not even a flicker across her gaze.
It's possible she already knows her answer. It's just as likely this isn't the first time she's been asked a similar question, even if the context was ever so slightly different. What will you do when your mother refuses to back down? What will you do when she chooses the same path, again and again? ]
It's possible I won't need to tell you. You'll see it for yourself.
[ Because she has already anticipated that Patho-Gen and the government will stop taking so kindly to the Augmented. The clock is ticking on their changes, on their humanity. He'll likely see her answer before she has time to voice it. Whether she makes the right choice, however, is another story.
Mel rises at last. ] I appreciate your hospitality and your perspective, Silco. You've given me a great deal to consider.
[ And with that, she heads for the door. They'll be in touch, one way or another. ]
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shhh it's fine
[ Perhaps he'd be shocked to know the remorse that is buried in her chest, festering like rot. Perhaps it wouldn't matter to him. Perhaps all he wants is for someone to place blame on, especially now that he is away from Zaun. In the end, it doesn't matter; this is a decision she is making for herself, with or without his blessing. But the recommendation is helpful, and Mel gives a tip of her head into what passes for a nod. She'll head there when she has time, once she knows how to properly disguise herself so as not to attract real attention.
Mel starts to stand. They may not have fully fleshed out their terms but, in this, they have some direction. She pauses once she uncrosses her legs, both feet on the floor, considering him. Whether the question lands poorly or not, there is no change to her expression, not even a flicker across her gaze.
It's possible she already knows her answer. It's just as likely this isn't the first time she's been asked a similar question, even if the context was ever so slightly different. What will you do when your mother refuses to back down? What will you do when she chooses the same path, again and again? ]
It's possible I won't need to tell you. You'll see it for yourself.
[ Because she has already anticipated that Patho-Gen and the government will stop taking so kindly to the Augmented. The clock is ticking on their changes, on their humanity. He'll likely see her answer before she has time to voice it. Whether she makes the right choice, however, is another story.
Mel rises at last. ] I appreciate your hospitality and your perspective, Silco. You've given me a great deal to consider.
[ And with that, she heads for the door. They'll be in touch, one way or another. ]