06-19-2014, 07:56 PM
By now, Torri was too tired and too drained of adrenaline to flinch more than a few eye blinks with every new explosion. The sound of battle drained what she could make out of Jacques last few words until he turned and addressed her directly. His face was blanched by tears.
"Doctor. You have acquitted yourself well. For an officer."
The quip was so unexpected she almost snickered. She didn't. She could have said as much about him - for a frenchman. She bit her tongue, otherwise. "And you. For a suit."
Her own quip was dry as sand.
A cool look absorbed his assessment of the future of war. If Torri had seen anything but a glimpse behind that hellish veil, she wanted to see no more. For now, perhaps she should be glad Michael was on the Custody's side.
She grit down on her nerves and looked at him. "Are you ready?"
She sounded less tired that she thought she would. Perhaps working 70 hour shifts for six years had something to do with that.
"Doctor. You have acquitted yourself well. For an officer."
The quip was so unexpected she almost snickered. She didn't. She could have said as much about him - for a frenchman. She bit her tongue, otherwise. "And you. For a suit."
Her own quip was dry as sand.
A cool look absorbed his assessment of the future of war. If Torri had seen anything but a glimpse behind that hellish veil, she wanted to see no more. For now, perhaps she should be glad Michael was on the Custody's side.
She grit down on her nerves and looked at him. "Are you ready?"
She sounded less tired that she thought she would. Perhaps working 70 hour shifts for six years had something to do with that.