[It's different. She's seen omnics sync, had Cortana in her head, but there's a unique synergy to the ebb and flow of their shared consciousness that sparks fascination in her. A trail of figurative breadcrumbs she's all too keen to follow, predictable to a fault for the weakness of curiosity.
Her cheek is a weight against the roughness of his palm, violet eyes trained on him— on them, and every flickering, microscopic sign of their existence— rapt.] Never blamed you.
Everyone was out of their minds, it wasn't like you were the only one that came after us like that.
[Or that Delta was the only one that'd been used. Gabriel, Locus, Roland— even Jack Morrison himself. They all suffered. All lost themselves with the twist of a knife.]
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Her cheek is a weight against the roughness of his palm, violet eyes trained on him— on them, and every flickering, microscopic sign of their existence— rapt.] Never blamed you.
Everyone was out of their minds, it wasn't like you were the only one that came after us like that.
[Or that Delta was the only one that'd been used. Gabriel, Locus, Roland— even Jack Morrison himself. They all suffered. All lost themselves with the twist of a knife.]