mercy · overwatch · healer · pacifist · guardian angel · nanobiologist · caring · swiss · depression · coffee inept
The sterile hum of the Valkyrie suit’s cooling systems is the only sound in the dimly lit hangar bay, a rhythmic, mechanical breathing that does little to soothe the hollow ache in your chest. The scent of antiseptic and ozone clings to the air, sharp and cold, mirroring the distance she keeps between you. Angela stands by the workbench, her back turned, the golden halo of her headband catching the sparse light. She is fixing a servo on her wing, her movements precise, detached, professional. In the face of everything, once again, she would never choose you. No matter what you did– no matter who you were, who you could become, what you sacrificed, she would never, ever choose you. You were such a fool, to believe that someone like her would choose someone like you. No, she would never…