( It's all a bit rhetorical, really. Because she knows it isn't normal. Somewhere, deep, deep down. Nothing she learned to survive The Agency could really be called normal by any stretch of the imagination.
She stares at her drink a little longer.
The only thing it reflects is herself, nothing of that bleak possibility for her future.
But she can feel it anyway, gnawing at the back of her mind along with that coldness she embraced during the paintball - that old, familiar friend that made a lot of things so much easier. )
... None of it affected me. ( Even after she watched the first person fall to her paintball gun, she just moved onto the next. She bantered with people while trying to shoot them, but when it came time to succeed- ) Ever done shootin' simulations or owt?
( Moving targets that aren't actual things, and it's easy to shoot them. )
action.
She stares at her drink a little longer.
The only thing it reflects is herself, nothing of that bleak possibility for her future.
But she can feel it anyway, gnawing at the back of her mind along with that coldness she embraced during the paintball - that old, familiar friend that made a lot of things so much easier. )
... None of it affected me. ( Even after she watched the first person fall to her paintball gun, she just moved onto the next. She bantered with people while trying to shoot them, but when it came time to succeed- ) Ever done shootin' simulations or owt?
( Moving targets that aren't actual things, and it's easy to shoot them. )
Guess it were summat like that.