[Of course it is, and that's no surprise that that's where he is. But that he needs help? Yes. She doesn't question anything and she leaves to go to him, because of course she would.]
[ There's nothing more than a grunt of confirmation before he hangs up.
When she does get to him, he looks absolutely terrible. Like he'd just been through a hellish war zone and been dropped in a desolate corner. There was a fair amount of blood. He looked like he'd been attacked by every possible weapon. The worst was coming from wounds that weren't even visible, hidden under his jacket. A festering burn on his side and a bleeding bullet wound in his shoulder. Every wound he'd ever received since arriving had opened up or reappeared. And he'd been doing basically nothing but fighting since day one. On top of it, he'd exhausted himself trying to heal it all when his powers were supercharged, but that backfired leaving him too drained. And the reason he'd called her? Well, he'd tried to heal himself but it seemed someone had flipped the reverse switch on him, which had only made the wounds much, much worse. There was a cold sweat beading on his brow, and if it weren't for the wall behind him, it was likely he wouldn't even be sitting up. ]
[She'd seen people in all kinds of situations, loss of limb because of landmine, wounds by omnics, by people, and it looked like Jack had gone through it all near enough. Her heart skips a beat and she rushes the rest of the distance, not even knowing if he had died in the short time it took for her to get here. Her throat was closing up and while she didn't cry, she didn't want to lose him again after just getting him back.
There's so much blood it's hard for her to tell where it's all coming from and she kneels down beside him. There's a wave of relief when she's close enough to see his chest rise and fall. He's still here, oh thank God he's still here.
She reaches out and her healing ability kicks in, extending out in tendrils from her hands and washing over him. She still had them, but she didn't know if they had changed at all since she had returned and since the porter went off. But right now, that doesn't matter.]
You'll be okay, alright? If you leave me again, I swear to God I will find you and I'll make you wish you hadn't.
[ Her worry was unfounded. He was too stubborn to die from so few wounds. He'd survived far worse, and that was in a world where death was very much permanent. Then again, almost all of the rules here were different, so he wasn't entire sure of his odds, really.
As she approached, he reached up and pulled off his mask. He was ashen and pale, beyond exhausted. But still very much conscious and alive. He watched her, not saying anything. But when he saw those tendrils of golden light, he tensed without meaning to. His own powers were so unreliable, he didn't know what hers would do. Only when he felt that familiar warmth did he relax slightly. ]
I'm sure you would...
[ He didn't exactly smile, but there was something almost comforting in her words. A familiarity he'd thought lost forever. ]
[Angela did smile however. While healing, she unzipped his jacket, it was easier to see the wounds and make sure they were closed than being hidden by an additional layer.]
What happened to you? You look like you went toe to toe with a whole bastion unit.
[Then her expression falls.]
This is all from when you got here, isn't it?
[Her hands moved, closer to his chest, but using the light as a way to see in the dark alley. He could have died from this, she could have gotten here too late and he could have died, and with the porter down, would he come back?]
Please Jack, stop jumping into things head first. You don't have to singlehandedly save the day.
[ He seemed fine with her removing his jacket, until the leather bunched and creased at his shoulder. He winced, hard, teeth gritting hard as he bit back a sound that escaped as a soft growl rather than anything pained. The wound there was the worst of them.
Modern bullets pierced and tore through skin easily enough. The archaic bullet he'd been hit with hadn't been so clean. A ball of lead that had slammed hard enough into him to break through skin and muscle. His attempts to heal it had made it worse, and now there was swelling and additional damage. It had been worse, nearing infection territory, but her healing had already repaired the worst of it. ]
I was fine...
[ He tried to sound light and glib, but his voice was still thick and heavy. ]
Always knew government issued nanites couldn't be trusted.
No they can't, which is why you can't just go off and play hero all the time!
[It was her scolding 'I'm disappointed in you' voice she had all but perfected over the years. She was worried for him and nothing would change that now. Noticing his discomfort she slid an arm around waist and slowly helped to sit him up better. Gently peeling the jacket down his arms and off his shoulders. Bullet hole, looked like it had been a nasty one as well, even through the healing.
Angela gives him a look.]
Just because you were fine doesn't make it any better.
[The fact that she couldn't stop him was one he was well aware of, but she was still going to scold him.]
[ Even with his discomfort and exhaustion, he managed to fix her with a look. He'd been her commanding officer once upon a time. She was also a great deal younger than he was. She didn't need to be mothering him so hard. He was a big boy. He could take care of himself. ]
Kind hard to account for old wounds suddenly coming back. That one's from a month and a half ago...
[ Referring to the one in his shoulder as she slid his jacket off of it. He cut short, teeth grit together. But it wasn't as strong of a reaction as before. It was fading. Slowly. Several of the wounds were from the day he arrived, actually. It had been...quite a day. ]
[She will mother you until the world ends. He was a big boy yes, but clearly, he couldn't really take care of himself. Or she wouldn't be here, would she?]
I'll give you that, but only because I don't think it's ever actually happened before. I don't think I want to know when you got them all, something tells me I'll just wish I didn't bother.
[ And the last seven years counts for what? He was totally taking care of himself. Except for when Ana was involved. But that's recent. He's an independent hermit man damn it! ]
It wouldn't have been so bad, but I was trying to avoid killing them.
[ He was sure she'd seen the news reports. Ranging from the vague accounts to those who'd identified the number on his jacket. Almost always leaving thugs and criminals alive but unconscious to be found by authorities. ]
[Oh god, another name you shouldn't tell her about. The last seven years he wasn't in a world with crazy people with all kinds of powers. And the nanites.]
So you're saying it would have been better if you just killed them?
[A look. She is giving it.
She'd seen the reports and she didn't know how to feel. Surprised? But then, not really at the same time.]
Look, I'm glad you didn't kill anyone. Just, be more careful, okay?
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I'm on my way, hang on, alright?
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When she does get to him, he looks absolutely terrible. Like he'd just been through a hellish war zone and been dropped in a desolate corner. There was a fair amount of blood. He looked like he'd been attacked by every possible weapon. The worst was coming from wounds that weren't even visible, hidden under his jacket. A festering burn on his side and a bleeding bullet wound in his shoulder. Every wound he'd ever received since arriving had opened up or reappeared. And he'd been doing basically nothing but fighting since day one. On top of it, he'd exhausted himself trying to heal it all when his powers were supercharged, but that backfired leaving him too drained. And the reason he'd called her? Well, he'd tried to heal himself but it seemed someone had flipped the reverse switch on him, which had only made the wounds much, much worse. There was a cold sweat beading on his brow, and if it weren't for the wall behind him, it was likely he wouldn't even be sitting up. ]
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There's so much blood it's hard for her to tell where it's all coming from and she kneels down beside him. There's a wave of relief when she's close enough to see his chest rise and fall. He's still here, oh thank God he's still here.
She reaches out and her healing ability kicks in, extending out in tendrils from her hands and washing over him. She still had them, but she didn't know if they had changed at all since she had returned and since the porter went off. But right now, that doesn't matter.]
You'll be okay, alright? If you leave me again, I swear to God I will find you and I'll make you wish you hadn't.
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As she approached, he reached up and pulled off his mask. He was ashen and pale, beyond exhausted. But still very much conscious and alive. He watched her, not saying anything. But when he saw those tendrils of golden light, he tensed without meaning to. His own powers were so unreliable, he didn't know what hers would do. Only when he felt that familiar warmth did he relax slightly. ]
I'm sure you would...
[ He didn't exactly smile, but there was something almost comforting in her words. A familiarity he'd thought lost forever. ]
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What happened to you? You look like you went toe to toe with a whole bastion unit.
[Then her expression falls.]
This is all from when you got here, isn't it?
[Her hands moved, closer to his chest, but using the light as a way to see in the dark alley. He could have died from this, she could have gotten here too late and he could have died, and with the porter down, would he come back?]
Please Jack, stop jumping into things head first. You don't have to singlehandedly save the day.
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Modern bullets pierced and tore through skin easily enough. The archaic bullet he'd been hit with hadn't been so clean. A ball of lead that had slammed hard enough into him to break through skin and muscle. His attempts to heal it had made it worse, and now there was swelling and additional damage. It had been worse, nearing infection territory, but her healing had already repaired the worst of it. ]
I was fine...
[ He tried to sound light and glib, but his voice was still thick and heavy. ]
Always knew government issued nanites couldn't be trusted.
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[It was her scolding 'I'm disappointed in you' voice she had all but perfected over the years. She was worried for him and nothing would change that now. Noticing his discomfort she slid an arm around waist and slowly helped to sit him up better. Gently peeling the jacket down his arms and off his shoulders. Bullet hole, looked like it had been a nasty one as well, even through the healing.
Angela gives him a look.]
Just because you were fine doesn't make it any better.
[The fact that she couldn't stop him was one he was well aware of, but she was still going to scold him.]
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Kind hard to account for old wounds suddenly coming back. That one's from a month and a half ago...
[ Referring to the one in his shoulder as she slid his jacket off of it. He cut short, teeth grit together. But it wasn't as strong of a reaction as before. It was fading. Slowly. Several of the wounds were from the day he arrived, actually. It had been...quite a day. ]
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I'll give you that, but only because I don't think it's ever actually happened before. I don't think I want to know when you got them all, something tells me I'll just wish I didn't bother.
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hermitman damn it! ]It wouldn't have been so bad, but I was trying to avoid killing them.
[ He was sure she'd seen the news reports. Ranging from the vague accounts to those who'd identified the number on his jacket. Almost always leaving thugs and criminals alive but unconscious to be found by authorities. ]
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So you're saying it would have been better if you just killed them?
[A look. She is giving it.
She'd seen the reports and she didn't know how to feel. Surprised? But then, not really at the same time.]
Look, I'm glad you didn't kill anyone. Just, be more careful, okay?