Black0ut & ZombieSplitter53
Comfort in the Arms of Another
Part One
People stared after the man who was running in his more formal attire as he ran at breakneck speed towards the bar. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! How could I have fucking forgot? Damn Shen for offering that extra work! Red recalled angrily, as he raced down to find Morrigan, who had already been waiting for a half-hour. Red burst through the doors, and after receiving a very cold and especially brutal stare from the bartender, paused to catch his breath, and survey his surroundings in order to find Morrigan. She's probably going to be so pissed at me...
He found her in one of the booths on the side of the room. She sat with the side of her head resting against one of her palms, staring out at the bar at nothing in particular. She sighed softly, her tired eyes only half open.
Walking a bit closer, Red noticed something didn't seem quite right with Morrigan. It's almost like she's worn out from doing something, something mentally draining. The Oglala Sioux observed, pausing to see any other signs, before taking a seat in the booth with her. "H-hey Morrigan... I'm so sorry for being late, Shen gave me some extra work, and I stayed late to finish it... is there way I can make this up to you?" Red asked nervously, a sheepish expression taking hold.
Morrigan blinked a few times, needing a moment to return her thoughts to the real world. "Huh? Oh, no, you're not that late." She glanced at the clock. "Oh... maybe you are. But it's okay. We all have to put in a little extra lately. I'm not going to crucify you for helping others. I should be grateful you bother with me at all." She took a deep breath. "Sorry. That came out more... self insulting then I meant it to."
Red gently grabbed her hands, as he gave her a concerned look. "Hey... I think you're an incredible woman who strives to do the best that she can, no matter the odds." Red attempted to soothe, "And besides, I'd stay by your side no matter what, for you are someone I can be fully open with. I'm sorry if I've made you feel this way, Morrigan."
Morrigan sighed. "You have nothing to apologize for, Mark. You've been incredibly patient with me. I'm just going through a rough patch. Something... hard..."
"Well, I'm here if you want to talk about it, Morrigan." Red offered.
Morrigan slowly nodded. "I think I have to. Even if I was okay keeping things from you, I might need your help making Brigid understand."
Red nodded slowly, intrigued and eager to help Morrigan with her problem. "So... what's bothering you?"
"Do you remember... that fight I was in during the defense? Where I was the only survivor... and I took out one of the anti-XCOM group's members?"
"Yeah...?" Red replied, recalling the moment in question. It scared the shit out of me when I heard, cause they didn't tell me if Morrigan had survived. I was having panic attacks until they told me she was safe... if only I had been assigned with her... Maybe she wouldn't be so stressed now...
Morrigan rubbed her eyes. "The leader of the group... i-it was Daniel Hunnigan. My... former husband."
Red stilled, as his expression became neutral. "And you either killed or wounded him." Mark guessed, while he began to rub Morrigan's hands.
"Killed." Morrigan turned her gaze away. "He's dead... no doubt. But the fact that I killed him isn't what bothers me. It's... the manner in which I killed him."
Red said nothing, instead opting to give Morrigan a hug, his usual methods of comfort not working on Morrigan.
"Oh, Mark," she said softly, her voice cracking. "I executed him. Like a cold blooded killer. I... I hate them so much... but besides our beliefs... am I any different from ADVENT?"
"You're far different than ADVENT. You're far kinder than anyone I know, and you put others before yourself." Red replied, "And if the situations were reversed, do you think he wouldn't do the same?"
"I think he'd do the exact same thing... and that's what I'm afraid of." Morrigan leaned back. "Can I tell you a secret fear of mine? Something I've never told anyone else?"
"You can tell me anything you want, and I won't judge." Mark replied, bracing himself mentally for what Morrigan would say.
Morrigan nodded. "I always joke about how I could have ended up in ADVENT instead of XCOM. Truth is... I-I really think that's true." She held her hands over her head. "The thing with Ember... learning about Nouja... the way I killed Daniel... it all got me thinking. I could have been one of them! I've been trying to think of exactly where my guilt stems from, and that's it. N-no one knows this, but the day they kicked down my door and hauled me away to be tortured in the name of peace, I was going to tell Daniel I wanted to join ADVENT. A-and... and that's it! I would have been one of them! The same cold, heartless bastards that... th-that torture innocents and manipulate the minds of kids and murder anyone who thinks the wrong thing... that would have been me."
"But that didn't happen. You're here, and while that is a disturbing revelation to have, you have nothing to worry about, Morrigan. And regardless of what could've happened, I think you would still have been the tender, sweet, and kind person you are. I know nothing could take that away." Red attempted to soothe, before he recalled what Morrigan would have to tell Brigid. "And... I'll take the blame for what happened to your ex-husband. That way, Brigid can be upset with me and not you."
Morrigan let out a grim chuckle. "That is... incredibly sweet of you. But... she needs to know that he is dead... and that I am the one who did it." She looked Red in the eyes. "Yakone told me I'm making too big a deal out of the details. That... that Brigid doesn't need to know that I could have taken him alive... she said that part doesn't matter, and should be left out."
"I... don't disagree, I suppose. Although... I would tell her the full story when she's older. Right now, she's too young to hear it, and probably would react more negatively to what you tell her at this age..." Red practically whispered, his voice taking on a more grave tone than usual.
Morrigan gave him a serious look. "You sound like you speak from experience."
Red was quiet for a moment, contemplating what he could say. "I... just have seen things as a detective that let me see things from other people's point of views." Red attempted to deflect, a single bead of forming on his head, as he tilted his head slightly.
Morrigan gently took his chin in hand, tilting his head towards her. "Hey, come on now. You've been so patient with me, listened to my problems and done all you can to make me feel better. Let me return the favor and talk to me here."
Red's eyes grew wild for a moment, but only for a moment. He groaned, accepting his inevitable defeat. "Alright, alright... you know my weak points a little too well..." Mark grumbled halfheartedly, pausing for a moment to avoid the issue, if only for an extra second. "So... I'm not perfect. I figure you already knew that, seeing as how you're still staying with me voluntarily, but I've done some things that'd make most people reconsider if they want to continue associating with me." Red scratched his head as he tried too hold up the easy-going smile he had used more often, but to no avail.
"I'm going to give you an advanced warning; the shit you want to hear is a bit... fucked up. It involves torture. And it'll explain why my former resistance was so eager to boot me out. So... If you want to back out of hearing it, I'd understand." Red warned gravely, a dark expression replacing the more sarcastic one he usually had.
Morrigan's eyes darted about as she thought about it, but after a few moments, she nodded. "I want to hear everything."
Red groaned, looking at the bar's entrance wistfully, before he returned his gaze to Morrigan, albeit slowly. "So it had been a bit of time after I had been with the resistance, like a year or two. Anyways, I found my ex as well, but... mine's a bit worse to tell. So, my unit, which was the closest to an ADVENT outpost, received word that it had minimal guards and no aliens, because of something they had found or some shit similar." Red explained, offering a grim chuckle.
"Turns out our informant had become a turncoat, and the firefight which would have been easy as hell turned into something where a unit of twelve were reduced to four. I... kinda wish I could turn back time and get everyone to go somewhere else but that facility... anyways, I found Sage, my ex. She was one of the defenders stationed there, and was the highest ranked at the facility. As my squad was retreating, I came across her. There was a scuffle, but I managed to drag her away from that hellhole..."
"I eventually found a place far from the outpost, some abandoned, decrepit building. I asked her about why she had betrayed, why things had changed. She... managed to break me even though I was the one who was interrogating. Eventually she found a way to insult every one I knew as well as Nick. I kinda lost it, partially to the shock of the battle and my injuries, and partially to what she was saying. I started to demand her to tell me any military information she knew about ADVENT. She gave me her rank, her name, and her serial number. After, a few hours... I snapped a bit further. I shot both of her kneecaps and her elbows, before I jammed my pocket knife into her shoulder. I... I actually don't remember much after that, besides asking her the same question. When I had calmed down a bit, Sage was... alive, but probably wishing she wasn't. There were too many wounds inflicted on her to identify all of them, but it was bad. Like blood-covering-my-hands-and-drenched-in-blood, kind of bad."
Comfort in the Arms of Another
Part One
People stared after the man who was running in his more formal attire as he ran at breakneck speed towards the bar. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! How could I have fucking forgot? Damn Shen for offering that extra work! Red recalled angrily, as he raced down to find Morrigan, who had already been waiting for a half-hour. Red burst through the doors, and after receiving a very cold and especially brutal stare from the bartender, paused to catch his breath, and survey his surroundings in order to find Morrigan. She's probably going to be so pissed at me...
He found her in one of the booths on the side of the room. She sat with the side of her head resting against one of her palms, staring out at the bar at nothing in particular. She sighed softly, her tired eyes only half open.
Walking a bit closer, Red noticed something didn't seem quite right with Morrigan. It's almost like she's worn out from doing something, something mentally draining. The Oglala Sioux observed, pausing to see any other signs, before taking a seat in the booth with her. "H-hey Morrigan... I'm so sorry for being late, Shen gave me some extra work, and I stayed late to finish it... is there way I can make this up to you?" Red asked nervously, a sheepish expression taking hold.
Morrigan blinked a few times, needing a moment to return her thoughts to the real world. "Huh? Oh, no, you're not that late." She glanced at the clock. "Oh... maybe you are. But it's okay. We all have to put in a little extra lately. I'm not going to crucify you for helping others. I should be grateful you bother with me at all." She took a deep breath. "Sorry. That came out more... self insulting then I meant it to."
Red gently grabbed her hands, as he gave her a concerned look. "Hey... I think you're an incredible woman who strives to do the best that she can, no matter the odds." Red attempted to soothe, "And besides, I'd stay by your side no matter what, for you are someone I can be fully open with. I'm sorry if I've made you feel this way, Morrigan."
Morrigan sighed. "You have nothing to apologize for, Mark. You've been incredibly patient with me. I'm just going through a rough patch. Something... hard..."
"Well, I'm here if you want to talk about it, Morrigan." Red offered.
Morrigan slowly nodded. "I think I have to. Even if I was okay keeping things from you, I might need your help making Brigid understand."
Red nodded slowly, intrigued and eager to help Morrigan with her problem. "So... what's bothering you?"
"Do you remember... that fight I was in during the defense? Where I was the only survivor... and I took out one of the anti-XCOM group's members?"
"Yeah...?" Red replied, recalling the moment in question. It scared the shit out of me when I heard, cause they didn't tell me if Morrigan had survived. I was having panic attacks until they told me she was safe... if only I had been assigned with her... Maybe she wouldn't be so stressed now...
Morrigan rubbed her eyes. "The leader of the group... i-it was Daniel Hunnigan. My... former husband."
Red stilled, as his expression became neutral. "And you either killed or wounded him." Mark guessed, while he began to rub Morrigan's hands.
"Killed." Morrigan turned her gaze away. "He's dead... no doubt. But the fact that I killed him isn't what bothers me. It's... the manner in which I killed him."
Red said nothing, instead opting to give Morrigan a hug, his usual methods of comfort not working on Morrigan.
"Oh, Mark," she said softly, her voice cracking. "I executed him. Like a cold blooded killer. I... I hate them so much... but besides our beliefs... am I any different from ADVENT?"
"You're far different than ADVENT. You're far kinder than anyone I know, and you put others before yourself." Red replied, "And if the situations were reversed, do you think he wouldn't do the same?"
"I think he'd do the exact same thing... and that's what I'm afraid of." Morrigan leaned back. "Can I tell you a secret fear of mine? Something I've never told anyone else?"
"You can tell me anything you want, and I won't judge." Mark replied, bracing himself mentally for what Morrigan would say.
Morrigan nodded. "I always joke about how I could have ended up in ADVENT instead of XCOM. Truth is... I-I really think that's true." She held her hands over her head. "The thing with Ember... learning about Nouja... the way I killed Daniel... it all got me thinking. I could have been one of them! I've been trying to think of exactly where my guilt stems from, and that's it. N-no one knows this, but the day they kicked down my door and hauled me away to be tortured in the name of peace, I was going to tell Daniel I wanted to join ADVENT. A-and... and that's it! I would have been one of them! The same cold, heartless bastards that... th-that torture innocents and manipulate the minds of kids and murder anyone who thinks the wrong thing... that would have been me."
"But that didn't happen. You're here, and while that is a disturbing revelation to have, you have nothing to worry about, Morrigan. And regardless of what could've happened, I think you would still have been the tender, sweet, and kind person you are. I know nothing could take that away." Red attempted to soothe, before he recalled what Morrigan would have to tell Brigid. "And... I'll take the blame for what happened to your ex-husband. That way, Brigid can be upset with me and not you."
Morrigan let out a grim chuckle. "That is... incredibly sweet of you. But... she needs to know that he is dead... and that I am the one who did it." She looked Red in the eyes. "Yakone told me I'm making too big a deal out of the details. That... that Brigid doesn't need to know that I could have taken him alive... she said that part doesn't matter, and should be left out."
"I... don't disagree, I suppose. Although... I would tell her the full story when she's older. Right now, she's too young to hear it, and probably would react more negatively to what you tell her at this age..." Red practically whispered, his voice taking on a more grave tone than usual.
Morrigan gave him a serious look. "You sound like you speak from experience."
Red was quiet for a moment, contemplating what he could say. "I... just have seen things as a detective that let me see things from other people's point of views." Red attempted to deflect, a single bead of forming on his head, as he tilted his head slightly.
Morrigan gently took his chin in hand, tilting his head towards her. "Hey, come on now. You've been so patient with me, listened to my problems and done all you can to make me feel better. Let me return the favor and talk to me here."
Red's eyes grew wild for a moment, but only for a moment. He groaned, accepting his inevitable defeat. "Alright, alright... you know my weak points a little too well..." Mark grumbled halfheartedly, pausing for a moment to avoid the issue, if only for an extra second. "So... I'm not perfect. I figure you already knew that, seeing as how you're still staying with me voluntarily, but I've done some things that'd make most people reconsider if they want to continue associating with me." Red scratched his head as he tried too hold up the easy-going smile he had used more often, but to no avail.
"I'm going to give you an advanced warning; the shit you want to hear is a bit... fucked up. It involves torture. And it'll explain why my former resistance was so eager to boot me out. So... If you want to back out of hearing it, I'd understand." Red warned gravely, a dark expression replacing the more sarcastic one he usually had.
Morrigan's eyes darted about as she thought about it, but after a few moments, she nodded. "I want to hear everything."
Red groaned, looking at the bar's entrance wistfully, before he returned his gaze to Morrigan, albeit slowly. "So it had been a bit of time after I had been with the resistance, like a year or two. Anyways, I found my ex as well, but... mine's a bit worse to tell. So, my unit, which was the closest to an ADVENT outpost, received word that it had minimal guards and no aliens, because of something they had found or some shit similar." Red explained, offering a grim chuckle.
"Turns out our informant had become a turncoat, and the firefight which would have been easy as hell turned into something where a unit of twelve were reduced to four. I... kinda wish I could turn back time and get everyone to go somewhere else but that facility... anyways, I found Sage, my ex. She was one of the defenders stationed there, and was the highest ranked at the facility. As my squad was retreating, I came across her. There was a scuffle, but I managed to drag her away from that hellhole..."
"I eventually found a place far from the outpost, some abandoned, decrepit building. I asked her about why she had betrayed, why things had changed. She... managed to break me even though I was the one who was interrogating. Eventually she found a way to insult every one I knew as well as Nick. I kinda lost it, partially to the shock of the battle and my injuries, and partially to what she was saying. I started to demand her to tell me any military information she knew about ADVENT. She gave me her rank, her name, and her serial number. After, a few hours... I snapped a bit further. I shot both of her kneecaps and her elbows, before I jammed my pocket knife into her shoulder. I... I actually don't remember much after that, besides asking her the same question. When I had calmed down a bit, Sage was... alive, but probably wishing she wasn't. There were too many wounds inflicted on her to identify all of them, but it was bad. Like blood-covering-my-hands-and-drenched-in-blood, kind of bad."