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It all happened suddenly. Gabriel pushed Moira’s laboratory doors wide open, stomping as usual. Most lights were off, making him wonder if she was even there. Usually, whenever she was present in Rialto headquarters, that is where she would be. Gabriel – no, Reaper – looked around until he heard crashing. It alerted him, making him instantly turn into his wraith form and carefully float towards the source of the crash. It sounded like several glasses falling, followed by metal hitting the floor. As his physical form came back, Reaper took his shotguns out, assuming there was an intruder.
However, it was just the doctor. Moira O’deorain was on the floor. She was holding onto her arm, the one that seemed to get more and more swollen as the months passed. Reaper stood there for a moment, she didn’t notice him. She was on the floor, curled up, nearly into a ball, holding onto the arm as if it stung. Then her eyes shot up, meeting his hollow eyes behind the skull shaped mask. Gabriel scoffed, throwing his shotguns aside on one of the desks present in her lab and walking up to her. His stomps were loud and heavy, as usual. “Curiosity killed the cat, doctor?”
Moira’s multicolored eyes faced him again, she had gritted teeth and disheveled hair. Around her, flasks had fallen to the ground, one was broken. She tried to carefully sit up, placing her back against the desk all these items were on previously. Moira chuckled, a sinister and low chuckle. “It is quite disrespectful to not knock, Gabriel.”
“Since when was respect something established between us?” He looked around at the mess and then at her again. Thus, he faced one of the computers next to her. Reaper grunted, “You are dying, aren’t you? And you are desperate, doctor.”
“I thought that was what you wished for the most. Why does it surprise or bother you, Reyes?” Moira never presented like this in front of anyone. She was always elegant, proud, face up, straight posture. She stood tall because she truly believed her ideals and work. But right now…
“You are going to get what’s coming for you. As much as I enjoy killing… Oh, this is better,” Reaper’s tone was sinister as always. He stared at the screen that showed analysis of Moira’s tissue. As much as he was no scientist, the elevated numbers and the ‘critical’ warning was enough to let him know what he needed. “I came in here to let you know we have a mission coming up. In Utopaea. But… I will cut you a slack. You can stay here doctor. Suffering .”
He grabbed his guns and stomped out as Moira watched. The doctor held onto her arm still, grunting. That was the moment where Moira became painfully aware of her mortality. All the doctor could wonder as she sat in the dark room was if she was willing to accept it.