[ She can feel his frustration, this straightened spine desire for protocol. She knows. She was raised to do... essentially this. The kill, to fight, to subvert, to push an agenda under the surface. That's all Sparrows had ever wanted from them, to take over and infect with her little human guinea pigs.
She frowns, scribbling a little angrier. Why can't she fix this. This is what she's supposed to be built for, why can't she get this fucking mission under control. ]
What do you want me to say?
[ The resources are unreliable, I can't get consistent performance out of anyone, and every move I try to make I get spit at by someone who thinks I'm a fucking heartless murderer. Then the whole team breaks into fucking pieces every time someone dies. ]
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She frowns, scribbling a little angrier. Why can't she fix this. This is what she's supposed to be built for, why can't she get this fucking mission under control. ]
What do you want me to say?
[ The resources are unreliable, I can't get consistent performance out of anyone, and every move I try to make I get spit at by someone who thinks I'm a fucking heartless murderer. Then the whole team breaks into fucking pieces every time someone dies. ]