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[Widowmaker had finally extracted herself from all the rigamarole that surrounded a new arrival to make her way to the Mess Hall. With a cup of something almost as blue as the color of her skin sitting on the table before her along with her rifle in its shorter Assault mode, she set the omnicom up so she didn't have to hold it in her hand.
What she did have in her hand was the ring they'd given her upon taking that oath. As if an oath was binding...]
I can certainly understand the need for a vetting process, but it appears to be rather pointless to subject would-be saviors to such repetitive examinations when the results do not change. What is the phrase...? [She idly rolled the ring between her fingers as she thought a moment.] Ah, yes. 'Beggars can't be choosers.'
Perhaps I am simply... special. [There was a slight upturn of her lips at that last word.]
What she did have in her hand was the ring they'd given her upon taking that oath. As if an oath was binding...]
I can certainly understand the need for a vetting process, but it appears to be rather pointless to subject would-be saviors to such repetitive examinations when the results do not change. What is the phrase...? [She idly rolled the ring between her fingers as she thought a moment.] Ah, yes. 'Beggars can't be choosers.'
Perhaps I am simply... special. [There was a slight upturn of her lips at that last word.]