It's good to be such a clever girl. Stacia pokes her head through the door, admiring the wreckage she's wrought as well as what's on the other side.
The science-horror ghost-Wash is barely necessary; the locked door and the two wildly different futures give her plenty of information that something is up, that something is very much not right. She makes note of the edges of his head wound anyway, the man's going to be unconscious around her at some point and he doesn't have Garou healing to fade out his scars. She'll have to talk to his buddy from home, maybe he can give her more pieces to assemble into a fuller picture.
And, of course, she'll have to be very, very careful who she brings this to.
For now, though, maybe she can sit back and watch an old man pass away peacefully in the company of his loved ones. She doesn't expect to be privileged enough to see a lot of that in her life.
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The science-horror ghost-Wash is barely necessary; the locked door and the two wildly different futures give her plenty of information that something is up, that something is very much not right. She makes note of the edges of his head wound anyway, the man's going to be unconscious around her at some point and he doesn't have Garou healing to fade out his scars. She'll have to talk to his buddy from home, maybe he can give her more pieces to assemble into a fuller picture.
And, of course, she'll have to be very, very careful who she brings this to.
For now, though, maybe she can sit back and watch an old man pass away peacefully in the company of his loved ones. She doesn't expect to be privileged enough to see a lot of that in her life.