Chris could understand the younger one’s struggles mentally considering all he endured. This experience was what made his grip to his clothing tighten.
“Like hell I will.”
Whether Piers struggled or followed his lead didn’t matter. Chris still proceeded
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Chris Redfield
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His captain’s words hurt him because he clearly couldn’t train or do the same things he did before, when he still kept his eye and arm—but, at the same time, they reminded him where he was, why and what he should do despite his current state. He couldn’t get angry with him, could he? Even »
Making him flustered was a mild accomplishment, but wasn’t the goal he’s trying to make. After snatching the papers out his hands and tossing them on the table, he forcefully pushed him towards the door.
“To the training fields. Since you have so
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Chris Redfield
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𖣨
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He was ashamed of how he felt and maybe he wanted to hide everything under a mountain of extra work that would compensate for that thought. Perhaps, too, this could surprise or confuse his captain—but Piers didn’t blame him.
He had returned different.
Chris’ reaction surprised him and he was »
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𖣨
Useless? Piers’ words make him cock a brow from disbelief. The consistent back and forth talk was proving to be pointless to him. So he chose another route. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor when he stood up.
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Chris Redfield
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Maybe he was right, but who didn’t work on autopilot once?
“I’m fine, captain. I just want to help, I’m doing my job.” Between the lines you could read what really worried him so much, that fear that was hidden under his skin and that did not let him breathe. “I don’t want to be useless.”
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𖣨
“That would have probably been a good thing, but look at yourself. You’re working on autopilot.”
His head slowly shook.
“If you’re not comfortable telling me what’s troubling you, I won’t force you. But I’m not permitting you to work in your current state either.”
Chris Redfield
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In the blink of an eye, the reports are no longer in his grasp, and instead his captain is sitting opposite him, forcing him to face a reality that terrifies him. Piers looks him in the eye, but he can’t hold his gaze for long, not like he used to. He snorts and shakes »
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𖣨
There was no conviction in his voice, he noticed. He paused to think then pulled the papers away from him. Pulling a seat from nearby to sit across from him.
“Alright, fess up. What’s wrong with you?”
Chris Redfield
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Persistent and stubborn. Obstinate and devoted to the one thing he believes in. After the accident, all he can do is read reports and help in other ways.
Chris’s hand brings him back to his senses and he looks up.
“Not that much, Captain.” Several hours, actually. “Do you need anything?”
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𖣨
Persistent like always, but Chris was used to this particular tendency of Piers’. His palm pressed atop the report to avert his attention.
“How long were you working on this, operative?”
Chris Redfield
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He appears silently, reading some reports. He doesn’t look good.
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