It all happens in slow motion for her as well, watching this fucking reckless detective rush this desperate android. Her father's voice rings in her ears ("No scrap of information is worth throwing away your life.") as she watches him and maybe, maybe, in the back of her mind she finds it sad that no one ever said that to him.
"Stand down! Stop firing!"
She shoves her gun in her holster and follows after him just in time to hear the gunshot ring throughout the cold, still air. She sees him slump against the vent as she rushes to his side.
"Did he shoot you?! Fucking Christ, kid!" (Like she's that much older than him.) Her hands grab at his shoulders, inspecting him for any more wounds. Veronica looks over at the crumpled heap of the android and... sighs.
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It all happens in slow motion for her as well, watching this fucking reckless detective rush this desperate android. Her father's voice rings in her ears ("No scrap of information is worth throwing away your life.") as she watches him and maybe, maybe, in the back of her mind she finds it sad that no one ever said that to him.
"Stand down! Stop firing!"
She shoves her gun in her holster and follows after him just in time to hear the gunshot ring throughout the cold, still air. She sees him slump against the vent as she rushes to his side.
"Did he shoot you?! Fucking Christ, kid!" (Like she's that much older than him.) Her hands grab at his shoulders, inspecting him for any more wounds. Veronica looks over at the crumpled heap of the android and... sighs.