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Most people are born with three names tattooed on their wrist: Their true love, their biggest enemy, and their greatest ally. You only have one name.
and his name is JOHN CENA
Primum Non Nocere
Swiftly, Yellow rose from where she’d been sitting beside the SS trooper, a hand idly generating a stasis field around the trooper’s body up until his neck.
She was fortunate enough to not have been harmed by the trooper while in the cell with him, but she knew prudence when it was needed. Still, she’d at least regrown his hand.
Yellow followed Wolf out of the cell, the stasis-secured trooper being brought along with her via kinesis.
“After I treated those I could and…neutralized…an assassin, I witnessed these Scorpion’s Hand troopers being brought out after interrogation sessions.” Yellow explained, before bringing the frozen trooper right beside her.
“Prior to this man’s imprisonment, he had been missing a nose and several fingers. I helped regrow them. Anna found this out, and locked me in with him.”
She gave the SS trooper a grateful look. “I am glad you had the sense to not attack me.”
can we please get some sort of mental health education for parents i cant believe how many are in denial of their child’s condition
Primum Non Nocere
Yellow rose from the bedside with a small nod and walked off before Anna could say anything else, silently following the BEA guards who were dragging the tortured SS towards the stockade.
Watching them as they tossed him unceremoniously into a cell, Yellow just waved the BEA men away and looked again at the SS trooper before her.
He was unconscious, true, but it was all the better for her. The blue glow of Yellow’s omni-tool surrounded her hand and forearm as she reduced his pain as much as she could.
It was a half-hour before Yellow exited the secured compound, having regrown the SS trooper’s nose and fingers and then leaving him alone.
Torture was something she very strongly opposed, and if nothing else she would at least reduce the suffering of those who had experienced it.
As she sat down in a chair within the medbay, Yellow recalled the SS trooper’s faint look of confusion and gratitude as he had briefly awoken to her care before she’d left. She’d said nothing in return, but had given him a warm look.
As Anna once again approached, Yellow gave Wolf’s relative a tired look of disappointment. “I cleaned up his wounds and tended to him as best I could. Anna, I should let you know that I am very much opposed to your people’s use of torture. It is a futile and inhumane means of gathering information.”
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