Re: RE: Gym
"Ah Hell." Koos walked over, wanting to offer comfort, but entirely unsure how it would be received. Hands hovering an uncertain inch over her shoulders, he sighed. "Let me tell you a story. Starts with boy meets girl. We were very young, but you grow up fast in combat, you know what I mean? Lasted about two weeks, then we jumped a Troll. Rubble shifted as I moved, and he had me cold. Marie went straight for him. I will never forget the smile on her face, she looked so happy." He stopped for a moment, jaw working as he edited, then went on. "Anyway, we get back to our squat, and the corp told us 'well done'. Three deaders for a Troll was good numbers. Better than most. He just couldn't understand why I was crying. I swore then and there that I would never be him, reducing people to numbers and ratio's. So yes, I know exactly what it is like to have someone die for me, and as much as it hurts, it is still better than being an AI.
In my defense, I wasn't trying to do that. Understand, I would have strafed somewhere, you just dictated my choice of zone. Was it risky? Maybe. Chances are worse in The Black if you ask me. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I can't be your fuck-buddy. I care, and always will. You understand?"