"Is it not most unfortunate, how certain individuals simply cannot recognise when it is time to go." Her voice is slow, laced with usual charm in addition to an undertone of mockery — 'Their little angel had seemingly risen from the ashes once, stubborn, DELICATE, intending to sabotage the good thing they had going for them. A supposed MEDICAL PRODIGY turned mockery for everything scientific, startled by what disfigured hands had created; was it not poetic that charading saint would meet her end through the hands of what she appeared to have feared the most? Before she interfered again, a NECESSITY after all.
They had pointed it out too, scientist and reaper meeting up in Talon's lounge after the former was filling up a comically large mug of coffee, the latter just having handed over latest mission details to LACROIX, stating faux angel as next target. She glances over, peeking above the rim; Ever observant, no? Treating even the most minuscule of interactions almost akin to an experiment. "Speaking of… Indulge me if you will." She takes another sip of coffee, lips quirking into one of her characteristic smiles, hand promptly gesturing forward in an elegant motion.
"Have you ever had to experience a most cruel argument with a... friend?" Naturally, she knows their background, of course she knows what they were before — Strength admired, own work too, only thing pitied was the other's complain over clearly felt pain ( use it, use it, USE IT, you smoky fool. ) "If I would tell you to pull your trigger on Lacroix... Would you?"
There is no hatred when they look at Moira, no disgust or disdain- there is simply a VOID. Of course, they're... 'grateful' to her for turning them into this, sure, but the pain is, all in all, something they'd much prefer they didn't have. It's bearable, most of the time, but when it isn't- USE IT TO FUEL YOUR RAGE, she'd say. Reaper doesn't hate her, but neither do they like her. They respect her, for what she's done and can do, for her work with Talon- isn't that all they have to do?
They're not afraid of her ( they're not afraid of anything )- after all, they've known her for years, Gabriel has known her for longer- but she is unsettling, the way she smiles, the way she moves, the way she acts. Gabriel was a people-watcher, and Reaper is much the same. Old habits never go away, it seems.
Moira's question nets only a glance up from his own cup of coffee, for the moment, perhaps trying to decipher what exactly it is that Moira wants from them. It's impossible, though, isn't it? Moira is ever mysterious in that regard- in every regard, really. They lower the cup from its position perched 'pon their lower lip; ready for them to take a sip, instead, to place it down on the table before them. Their gaze is indifferent, only the slightest tinge of curiosity hidden behind their crimson hues. "Haven't we all?" comes their reply, an answer in the form of a question- they don't care to think too much about it, after all.
"You know I don't take orders from you, specifically, but if the Council comes to an agreement on it, there will be no hesitation from my part." they continue, holding her gaze with their own. WILL THERE REALLY BE NO HESITATION? ( You hesitated when it came to ending Jack's life- and sure, one can argue that it's different; Gabriel loved Jack... but Amélie was a good friend of his, too, that feeling never changed, even after it was established that she killed Gérard. At the time, though, perhaps there was a sliver of anger- muted as his emotions had become- and the thought of avenging his best friend, but Amélie had been a friend, and he'd watched her over the years, come to learn about her and her secrets; he knows Amélie would never have done so without something making her- so can you say for certain that you won't hesitate pulling the trigger on someone who used to be a friend? Who has become someone you respect? ) YES, Reaper decides, if Widowmaker steps out of line or if the Council concludes the experiment has lasted long enough; it will be a bullet through her head; NO HESITATION.
"Why do you ask?" they pause, then offer Moira an amused, almost knowing smile, "Has she failed a mission? Or are you simply growin' bored of your FAVORITE LITTLE TOY?"
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