"You take such joy in pretending you're okay. It won't last long, Angela. There isn't a point to pretend anymore."
Angela tensed, blue eyes locking onto his mask as she glared at him. Hands rested on her hips as if it would make her look intimidating, but she seemed unable to truly look ‘scary’ or ‘terrifying’ at the moment. “I have to ‘pretend’. If zhe others saw me reflect how I truly feel zhey vould no longer confide in my as zheir doctor, as zheir ally. I have to be strong--or at least appear to be--so zhat zhey feel comfortable coming to me vhen zhey need to. I get no pleasure out of ‘pretending’. I certainly get no enjoyment out of your vords vhen you do not truly understand zhe situation or my reasons behind everything. I am sorry I am not emotionless like you. Perhaps you could give me some advice on how to ‘play dead’ for so many years vithout feeling remorse for allowing a trusted colleague--maybe even a friend--to zhink zhat you are dead for years on end.” She was getting worked up, all of her negative emotions she’d been hiding from the others making their way into her words and the way she clenched her fists tightly enough to turn her knuckles white. “Get off of your high horse, stop trying to give me advice vhen you are drowning at sea alongside me, even if zhey are for different reasons.”
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