Hers is not the first familiar face that Wrench has seen of late. If he had his choice she wouldn't be here now, crouched before him as a painful reminder of the impact of his choices. There are worse people he could encounter, but this woman brings a set of memories only she can hold. He's not used to having to confront those he's shot after the fact, and her words to him in the hospital are as clear now as when she first spoke them:
And for what?
Wrench seems lost in thought when she first gestures at the table, but her movement jolts him from his thoughts and makes him tense again in anticipation. He feels like a fool when she moves for the buffet rather than towards him, and manages to gather himself enough to slide into an offered seat. Old habits die hard, and as she collects her silverware he adjusts the seat to put his back towards the wall and give himself a faster route away should she decide she wants to take another run at what she hadn't managed to do all those years ago.
When she returns the plate sits untouched and Wrench's hands are folded. He lets her settle in, and finally reaches for his Fluid when she has. Even as he types, though, he doesn't take her eyes from her. Several moments of silence pass before a masculine and automated voice reads the text. I ESCAPED AND I RAN. HOW MANY YEARS HAS IT BEEN SINCE THE HOSPITAL?
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And for what?
Wrench seems lost in thought when she first gestures at the table, but her movement jolts him from his thoughts and makes him tense again in anticipation. He feels like a fool when she moves for the buffet rather than towards him, and manages to gather himself enough to slide into an offered seat. Old habits die hard, and as she collects her silverware he adjusts the seat to put his back towards the wall and give himself a faster route away should she decide she wants to take another run at what she hadn't managed to do all those years ago.
When she returns the plate sits untouched and Wrench's hands are folded. He lets her settle in, and finally reaches for his Fluid when she has. Even as he types, though, he doesn't take her eyes from her. Several moments of silence pass before a masculine and automated voice reads the text. I ESCAPED AND I RAN. HOW MANY YEARS HAS IT BEEN SINCE THE HOSPITAL?