-She's sitting in the corner now, her little burst of siren-fueled energy running out and her miserably sick state returning-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Calico slides the gun from under his coat, a one handed long barrel carbine, and slid a cloth that formed around his neck over his mouth and nose. 'what the hell is going on...' He thought to himself, closing his eyes until they glowed azure, looking to Cloud, trying to examine the threads of the soul.
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Most of everything, though stuff starts getting fuzzy between timelines.
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They made that cure using an untainted DNA sample from years back. They — we had plan a heist for three days and break into the Citadel archive to get it. I don't think everyone else here has their DNA archived at the Citadel.
"Shhhh Shhh." He said calmly. "It's alright. My name is Calico, and I'm going to do whatever I can to help. Just tell me what happened." He said and gave her a gloved hand of encouragement to the shoulder, just resting it there to show her that she had someone there for her. " Start from this. Who is he?"
-She just stares at the floor, not replying to Cloud-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"Shhhh...Sh... It's ok. You didn't do anything likely." He said and shifted the cloth mask. "Stay here...I need to check this out for myself." With that, Calico walked up the stairs, gun in one hand, ready to fire should it be needed. 'Who's this Cloud...and why did he attack her?' He asked himself quietly.
I want to go home. You promised. This isn't fair.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-waits for a second-
Cloud, I need to ask you something. It might save some lives and some precious time.
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