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Flashbacks, is all is all he see now. Omnics and humans have one thing in common, they bleed when in pain. The difference is, when humans bleed, they have someone to help them, someone to care for them but when a omnic bleed no one is there. That is why Ramattra is here, he had enough of omnics being treated like garbage for something they didn’t have no control over. This sickened him to the core and yet on the battlefield he couldn’t kill or hurt one of them. It looked like an angel as he laid there lifeless on the floor from one of his battles.
After the battle, he woke up with some missing parts and limbs, but to his surprise he wasn’t dead, not yet at least. He would look around at the room and notice things such as needles, water, and other utensils that a doctor would need on a patient. The omnic would slightly panic as he looked around and tried to get up, before the door opened and he saw the doctor. Dr. Ziegler would walk in with her staff and her pistol in her back pocket out of sight.
M“Overwatch wanted me to treat you, your welcome by the way. With the way you hurt people in the past, I would’ve let you rot on the street.” The doctor was clearly mad and he could notice. He would stay quiet as he got his limbs back, Ramattra would look over at Mercy and then stood up.
“So why then, you could have just left me and disobeyed orders, they would’ve understood why you did it doctor.” He would want to hear her answer, so he sat back down and didn’t try anything funny. Angela would sigh and look at him before showing him her hands.
“You have hurt so many people this year alone, not to mention you also hurt my comrade. Not only that but it doesn’t even look like you care about those around you. Like Zen-“ she would be cut off.
“DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME ABOUT COMRADES! Tell me Doctor how many patients were omnics or omnics in need or new parts beside me. The people in need of you or “Overwatch” I should say help but when it comes to omnics need you Humans are useless.” He would walk closer and closer to her while Angela would walk back to the counter. She got ready to pull out her pistol if it were necessary, honestly whooshing to not resort to this. As he gotten closer and closer he would realize that she was reaching for something and shaking.
“Your scared, aren’t you doctor? You tremble and reach for a weapon perhaps…alright you win doctor. I won’t “hurt” you for now, doctor, as thank you for fixing me.” Ramattra would say as he would look over to his staff in the corner and take his steps towards it. Angela would look shocked as into why he didn’t hurt her so easily.
“I love that you tremble in fear, not knowing that I don’t hurt those who are beneath me~ Adorable doctor indeed.” Angela would slightly blush before pulling her pistol, and point it towards his chest.
“Don’t make assumptions, you're an omnic that went rogue because omnics didn’t get the same type of treatment. Well why hurt people? You're making a false example of hope by hurting them.” Angela would look over at Rammatra and he would look out the window and then point to something. It was a kid and a dog.
“You see them over there, I wouldn’t hurt them, I wouldn’t hurt any human that doesn't deserve it. Overwatch didn’t tell you this because they keep secrets but I’ll tell you the truth doctor. Even though I’ll get my hands dirty, full of the blood of those who deserve it. I will admit that, but I will also admit that I won’t hurt humans or omnics that absolutely don’t deserve it. Mercy from me is a comfort, I’ll pay no mind to those who don't hurt omnics and trust them like humans but those who don’t.” Rammatra would walk, grab her gun and lift it up, taking her up with the gun. Then meeting eye to eye, he would get close to her ear and whisper.
“I’ll break them, without a second thought…”
After saying that, he would drop her onto the ground and grab his staff, and then offer her a hand. Grabbing it, she would look up at him and then sigh.
“I-I understand, but-“ She would breathe in and out before saying it.
“But find a different way to do things, the way your doing things is…dangerous not only to your body but to other people who care about you. To the people who you thinks deserve “mercy” are the people you're hurting the most at the end of the day.” Angela would look at him before Rammatra would walk past her. Saying nothing, he would look back at her.
“Maybe, but when all there’s left is the merciful, maybe we can compare and contrast our thoughts. Cause how I see it, you and overwatch are only doing nothing but making it worse.” Rammatra would say before walking out the door and closing it behind him, leaving the scene undetected as the doctor stands there phased by what she heard.