With why I was discharged? Nah, I couldn't go back to that. There's shit you see in this world and you know you can't go back to how you saw it before. It's one of those things.
[ He was more fueled by adrenaline as a younger man, but now, he's more aligned with a sense of purpose and goal. There's still the mission and that old military mindset. Now, the scope is just bigger, and he feels he can do his old friend right. Though, none of that is here nor there. It's not important or relevant to what's happening around them. Once everything ends he'll think about getting feely and backstory dumping. For now? Getting through this mess is the bigger priority.
Jesse rolls her eyes at Steve. ] Well, hearing it's morning is a good sign. What's the status?
A few down. Samuels and Estevez are treating wounded, which uh, you'll need to get that looked into. [ Steve nods to her head and looks at how Casey is hunched over in the light. ] You too, Casey. You look like shit.
And you look like a million bucks. [ Casey mumbles under his breath. ] Wake is safe and sound I see. Nice head wound.
[ Jesse's gaze flicks back to Alan's. She can sense he's staring at her, or rather, one particular thing about her. A moment passes before it clicks what has captured his attention. She raises her hand to the side of her head, feeling the blood there in her hairline and down the side of her face.
« I don't.... I don't remember what hit me. When. Some Taken, obviously, but it feels like I've had this injury before. Did I? When? What version of "Return" did I get this? »
Her attention moves from her blood covered fingers to glancing at Steve and Casey going back and forth. Then, she looks back to Alan. He has his own gash on his forehead. She points to her forehead as if to gesture to his own wound. Casey already commented on it, but she can tell Alan is really only focusing on her and her own injury.
« I told him I'd pay the price for us back in the story. Maybe this is it. Great. He'll loving hearing that. Which is why we don't tell him. » ]
Sevastopol, help Casey back up to Samuels. I'll catch up with Wake and meet you upstairs. We'll figure out our next move and figure out where Anderson is from there.
"Catch up with Wake"? He survived the night. That should be enough catching up with him. [ Casey makes a flippant gesture with his hand. ] I say we all get out of this fucking dark hole and go to the sunlight.
Your input is noted, Agent Casey. We'll follow you two upstairs.
[ Steve helps Casey, all though much complaining from the other man, get out of his little barricade and then help him out of the room. Jesse watches them leave and only looks back to Alan once she is sure the two are out of hearing range. ]
They got you. [ She points to his forehead this time. ] Looks like they got Steve's hand too... are you okay? Feeling more like yourself?
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[ He was more fueled by adrenaline as a younger man, but now, he's more aligned with a sense of purpose and goal. There's still the mission and that old military mindset. Now, the scope is just bigger, and he feels he can do his old friend right. Though, none of that is here nor there. It's not important or relevant to what's happening around them. Once everything ends he'll think about getting feely and backstory dumping. For now? Getting through this mess is the bigger priority.
Jesse rolls her eyes at Steve. ] Well, hearing it's morning is a good sign. What's the status?
A few down. Samuels and Estevez are treating wounded, which uh, you'll need to get that looked into. [ Steve nods to her head and looks at how Casey is hunched over in the light. ] You too, Casey. You look like shit.
And you look like a million bucks. [ Casey mumbles under his breath. ] Wake is safe and sound I see. Nice head wound.
[ Jesse's gaze flicks back to Alan's. She can sense he's staring at her, or rather, one particular thing about her. A moment passes before it clicks what has captured his attention. She raises her hand to the side of her head, feeling the blood there in her hairline and down the side of her face.
« I don't.... I don't remember what hit me. When. Some Taken, obviously, but it feels like I've had this injury before. Did I? When? What version of "Return" did I get this? »
Her attention moves from her blood covered fingers to glancing at Steve and Casey going back and forth. Then, she looks back to Alan. He has his own gash on his forehead. She points to her forehead as if to gesture to his own wound. Casey already commented on it, but she can tell Alan is really only focusing on her and her own injury.
« I told him I'd pay the price for us back in the story. Maybe this is it. Great. He'll loving hearing that. Which is why we don't tell him. » ]
Sevastopol, help Casey back up to Samuels. I'll catch up with Wake and meet you upstairs. We'll figure out our next move and figure out where Anderson is from there.
"Catch up with Wake"? He survived the night. That should be enough catching up with him. [ Casey makes a flippant gesture with his hand. ] I say we all get out of this fucking dark hole and go to the sunlight.
Your input is noted, Agent Casey. We'll follow you two upstairs.
[ Steve helps Casey, all though much complaining from the other man, get out of his little barricade and then help him out of the room. Jesse watches them leave and only looks back to Alan once she is sure the two are out of hearing range. ]
They got you. [ She points to his forehead this time. ] Looks like they got Steve's hand too... are you okay? Feeling more like yourself?