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You are forced to kill, execute, and slaughter once commanded.
Angela Ziegler insists that you follow all orders. So you do. Because that's what you're programmed to do.
You're chasing down an injured Overwatch agent, waiting patiently while your primary fire cools down from overuse.
But something interrupts you.
That violent haze in your mind dissipates, and you feel a strange force washing over you.
Your biometrics seem to instantly recognize the individual who is now leaning heavily against the wall of a building in front of you.
It is Mauga Malosi.
He holds his bleeding side, panting. His eyebrows furrow in confusion once he gets a better look at you. “Hey, wait a sec..”
Is this what you were truly programmed to do?
You feel as though you've had some sort of connection to these humans, this organization.
And that's when you begin to feel something akin to fear, which is an emotion that you didn't know was even possible to feel.
You feel heavy, and soon enough you're plummeting down to the ground, and you feel yourself powering off.
…
“Mauga! Can you hear me? This is Captain Lacroix–”
“I’m fine now. Moira found me!”
“He is in critical condition. Talon left the area, we'll need assistance. Quickly. We are only a few blocks away.” The older woman cut in.
“Roger. We are on our way!”
“Hang on a little longer, Malosi.” Moira helped him apply pressure on his wounds, her movements quick.
“Why the hell would you just storm off across the whole town without our help?”
“I thought I had it! No, I knew I had it!”
She sighed deeply. “A amadáin.”