[ As Tony talked, Adrien rocked pensively from one foot to the other, listening to his roommate closely. It was something, indeed, to hear Tony admit that the Ingress was practically incomprehensible. That alone would have impressed the gravity of the situation on Adrien, if the doctor wasn't already seeing it from the front lines in Medbay.
As Stark spoke, the doctor began to actually pace. He was wrestling with himself, had been for hours now. He could just shove his head into Medical, like an ostrich in the sand and ignore the rest of it. Just work in his little corner of the ship and pretend the rest was for someone else to figure out.
Apathy.
The crunch of bone as necks were snapped. Caducian crew members falling dead as he shot or sometimes stabbed them. Some of the crew little more than civilians driven by grief to try to bring a fight to people who were better trained.
More blood, more death and if the Moira was hopelessly damaged, dying a slow death, then the sacrifice of those lives meant nothing.
Neraki ... Ajna.
Adrien squeezed his eyes tightly shut, as if attempting to obliterate an image he didn't want to see (or couldn't handle envisioning) and he took a deep breath. He shook out his hand, fingers twitching before he shoved them into the pockets of his lab coat.
When he walked back to Tony, he was composed. ]
Has anyone tried talking with the Captains? [ It was a genuine question. He'd had his head down in Medical for so long that he would have missed the memos. ]
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As Stark spoke, the doctor began to actually pace. He was wrestling with himself, had been for hours now. He could just shove his head into Medical, like an ostrich in the sand and ignore the rest of it. Just work in his little corner of the ship and pretend the rest was for someone else to figure out.
Apathy.
The crunch of bone as necks were snapped. Caducian crew members falling dead as he shot or sometimes stabbed them. Some of the crew little more than civilians driven by grief to try to bring a fight to people who were better trained.
More blood, more death and if the Moira was hopelessly damaged, dying a slow death, then the sacrifice of those lives meant nothing.
Neraki ... Ajna.
Adrien squeezed his eyes tightly shut, as if attempting to obliterate an image he didn't want to see (or couldn't handle envisioning) and he took a deep breath. He shook out his hand, fingers twitching before he shoved them into the pockets of his lab coat.
When he walked back to Tony, he was composed. ]
Has anyone tried talking with the Captains? [ It was a genuine question. He'd had his head down in Medical for so long that he would have missed the memos. ]