❝ When needing to see a mission through, there's no time for slip ups, let alone any that might cost someone a valuable asset. ❞
Reyes would have smiled if his features allowed for it, though it likely wouldn't have reached his eyes.
❝ It was /your/ technology that damned me into this existence. Consider yourself lucky we are allies /for now/, Zeigler... ❞
❝ Placebos or "liquor logging" my body aren't exactly options I can deal with and you know it. ❞
The man sighed, some of his "mist" leaving him with a red hue mixed within the smokey black.
❝ Sometimes I wonder if I'd be able to become even a /fraction/ as whole as you are though. ❞
❝ Needing to siphon vs not being able to do anything is far from useless. Take it from the man who's very /existence/ depends on taking from others. ❞
A dry chuckle left the man's non-existent lips.
❝ At the very least, you can take comfort in a bottle. ❞
Reyes walked to the bottle, taking it in hand and examining the brand. Then he handed it to the drunken mess that was the doctor.
❝ I would have though you'd have other experiments to tend to than seeing how functional your liver is. ❞
The man folded his arms as he sat on the couch's arm.
Far from her, he was equal parts Angela's monster as Moira's. It was Mercy's technology and will, yet it was Moira that helped stabilize his condition after the fact.
❝ I'd rather take a certainty than a gamble, at least for now... ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
❝ I didn't /ask/ to be "saved" by you. Then again, you always /did/ have a bleeding heart... ❞
The wraith scoffed, his masked visage seeming to somehow harden.
❝ Everyone has a price placed on them . . .
. . . Would you care to learn what yours is? ❞
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