“…. No. You don’t, but I could never claim to be understood, so maybe that isn’t necessarily your fault in that regard.” She mutters, her icy gaze never quite leaving Angela as she momentarily dips southward– though, it’s a start.
“But you do not have to pretend, Angela.“
“You’ve always had the chance to work beside me. You c h o s e not to.” MOIRA growls, jerking her head for the younger doctor to follow her from the private lounge as she makes her way towards the suites meant for guests of the MINISTRY.
“You were afraid of me, of my potential.”
“You were h a p p y to let Overwatch silence me.”
MOIRA smiles down at Angela, pale lips pulled almost painfully taught as she flashes her with predatory, porcelain teeth. “Three years in federal prison.” She whispers, stopping in the hallway to loom over the Valkyrie ominously, ever-smiling. “When I was released on parole, I could barely stand on my own two feet, rotting from the inside out, I found. If Gabriel hadn’t hired me, I would have withered away into n o t h i n g .”
“…. Last I recall, I administered my own treatment.”
The geneticist towers over Angela, hands folding neatly behind her back as she cocks her head to the side, her smile shifting to a more smug one.
“You’re so much more beautiful when you ain’t spouting shite outta yer’ mouth left n’ roight.”
“So please. Stop flicking my switch.“
There is truth in such accusations although the particular claim of fear is entirely unfounded. Afraid of her potential? Mein gott, never. With her gaze affixed to the faintly rippling coattail bobbing at Moira’s heels, she mulls over barbs of the past pushed to the surface like an entirely indiscreet toxin. Again and again.
She cannot relate with having her own practice snatched from right beneath her like a cruel remedy, only the tragedy of her family and true home ripped away at a tender age. Moira is right to maintain a heart hardened by the tribulations of prison perhaps with an astute coldness more unwavering than the bars that once forbade her freedom. Ah, Gabriel... so that is how she made her great escape. Of course. A pause then, Angela shuffling to pause as she peers up at the taller with a purse of lips entirely devoid of judgment despite venomous claims.
She does not pretend. She does not waver in the face of adversity. She only wishes to understand.
“That is not true. While I chose not to work beside you back then because our methods differed so extremely I never once wished such horrible things on you. On any of us. Does it truly make you feel better to hate me so?”
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