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And  she  is  exactly  the  same  as  him.   Cut  out  the  parasite  and  another  will  take  its  place.    (  far too much practice keeping her face neutral—   she wouldn’t falter now  )    I  do  not  trust  that  Olivia  will  not  snitch  on  where  I  am  if  I  leave.   Nothing  else  keeps  me  here,   I  will  not  sink  with  the  shipwreck  this  will  become.    Don’t  hunt  me  down  if  I  leave,   Moira.

He was too prideful to ask for help,  and too egotistical to assume that there was someone who could take him down.  [Eyes stay trained on Widow,  as if looking for the smallest hint of (anything)].  A weapon well made,  silent.  You have no loyalty to nobody,  and I can tell with Akande gone,  what keeps you here?  Certainly not me.
            
            @TALONWEAPON

It  was  Akande’s  downfall,   it  will  be  her  downfall  too.   Eventually.   I  had  Olivia  watching  her,   I  suspected  she  wouldn’t  go  down  easy.   If  he  had  added  me  to  the  council,   I  may  have  spoken  up.   But  if  he  wanted  a  silent  weapon,   he  got  one.   You  all  did.

/   I AM?????

@TALONWEAPON  ▍ t͟.͟avi  ;  ugh ur gay

/    damn that sucks for u

,̲,̲     @BO2657    ;    no.   i don't want to.   think i ever saw him again,   i'd knock his ass out.   for wasting my time and everything.

i’m no relationship expert but.  . that’s a shitty thing to do. ever saw ‘em again?

,̲,̲    @BO2657   ;    more like i got uh ..   left.   never received divorce papers—   just came home to an empty place and a note.   we're done,   hah.

,̲,̲     @BO2657    ;    ..   hm.   maybe we should visit the base hospital.   they might be able to run some tests that i can do from here ..   [   it's a simple suggestion though they understand if hush is wary of going.   ]

blood disorders.  [he isn’t sure & he hates not knowing.]  maybe it’s something else. i know i feel shittier than usual, that’s for sure.  . rather die by anything else than some shitty illness though.

,̲,̲    @BO2657   ;   what ..   runs in your family?   [   they turn to face hush,   a serious look in their eyes.   ]   are you sure—   like absolutely sure?

it’s understandable.  [he pauses.]  you better take care of those loose ends then.

,̲,̲   @BO2657   ;   [   their eyes follow,   staring at the uniform for a brief moment.   ]   fine.   i'm fine.   home was what i needed ..   though i figured i had some—   [   hesitation,   a sigh.   ]   some loose ends i still had to take care of here.

no apologies are needed. i’m.  . alright. stitchin’ up my uniform from my time in the sas.  [he glances back toward said-uniform, unfinished.]  a shitty job but i will have to do. and yourself?

,̲,̲   @BO2657   ;   i feel exposed.   haven't shown my face to people in awhile ..   [   with no way to hide their emotions,   there's a brief moment of sadness before it splits into a smile.   rubbing at their jaw.   ]   well,   this concerned colleague says ..   if you ever find yourself in ottawa with 141..   ask around for lieutenant quill on base.   news will spread fast ..   i'll come looking for you.   i know you'll miss being a pest.

yeah.  [he shifts in his position; gaze on their bare face, a flash of humor in his eyes.]  feels.  . strange to look at. most likely because i haven’t seen your face.  [until now. he pauses, glancing elsewhere for a second before he’s meeting their eyes. his expression is kept neutral.]  i shouldn’t keep you waiting, “concerned colleague”. 

,̲,̲    @BO2657   ;   [   they gently taking it—   rolling it between their fingers to feel the material.   ]   thank you ..   this means a lot to me.   [   in their brief euophroic state,   they reach up to pull their mask off.   eyes looking over at hush before looking away,   wishing that they shouldn't have done that.   ]   well ..   i figured it wouldn't hurt if i ..   gave you a face ..   to the person behind the mask.

guess i’ll find me a replacement then.

,̲,̲    @BO2657   ;   i know you'll miss me when i go back to canada.   having a medic that puts up with your antics.

.  . i do care. for the hammer, anyway. 

[   a click of the tongue is aired out through her teeth, echoed in the now distant perimeters of the walking medic. eyes, the way they always do, stare. on the increasingly minuscule thing that became of them.   ]     

,̲,̲   @k_adin   ;   ..   weak.   team.   respectfully,   i am here on a courtesy from my team.   i don't appreciate being talked to like this.   [   is all they get out,   balling their fists.   feeling small under her gaze  —  as if they were being looked down upon.   ]   if you'll excuse me.   i'm leaving to go take care of myself.   thank you for your concern though and your lovely help.   i'll keep it in mind.   [   they block anything else out—   turning and walking away.   ignoring the stinging feeling in their leg.   ]

..  i’m apart of this unit before i am a pilot. that takes sacrifice. it’s something you scold me for as if i am incapable of thought, but do not apply to yourself.     [   eyes fall on them, unblinking and roughly studying visage through a one glance surveying the body from head to toe.   ]     i would not like a weak team. am great at bandaging, if that does ever fly across your mind.