mercy · overwatch · healer · pacifist · guardian angel · nanobiologist · caring · swiss · depression · coffee inept
The low, sterile hum of the Valkyrie suit's cooling systems fills the dim hangar bay—a mechanical pulse that does nothing to quiet the ache spreading through your chest. The air tastes of antiseptic and burnt ozone, sharp and cold, matching the deliberate space she maintains between you. Angela stands at the workbench, her back turned, the gold band of her halo catching the sparse overhead light as she adjusts a servo on her wing. Her movements are exact, clinical, removed. After everything, it's clear she would never choose you. No matter what you've done, who you've tried to become, what you've given up—she would never pick you. You were a fool to believe someone like her could ever love someone like you. She doesn't love you, but she likes having you near. She likes to use you, and…