Rose knew she wasn't going to get anywhere. Not really. It was obvious that minds were made up. And if the Doctor had absented himself... he had to agree with the descision. He was backing Daniel but bowing out for her sake. He was the bravest man she ever met, but a coward when emotional stuff got a bit tricky.
She heard Aiden's reassurances. That wasn't it. She was a little afraid of being hurt again, but she chose to travel, she'd been locked up and interrogated before, faced death. Although never actually been through as much pain, or used as a medical experiment. No, she just thought it was wrong to let criminals go free, AND to have them return to bite them in the ass. They might not offer any further information to their bosses, but Ripley was right... this was war. They were more bodies on the opposing side able to come at them with weapons.
She spotted Jack behind her, leaning against a counter in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in hand.
She looked at him, silently pleading for him to help her make them see reason. But he shook his head. He didn't avert his eyes or seem guilty about it. So he was backing this decision as well. Least he wasn't a coward about it.
She sat down with a huff, feeling another headache gathering behind her eyes. Great, a migraine. She never had them before. They were a byproduct of the shit done to her.
"I hate this damn island." She muttered.
She was assaulted by images of what could happen. The prisoners returning to their camp, their trackers getting captured as they were anticipated, the trackers not being captured and returning with news, an attack on this bunker, and attack on the enemy camp, deaths, blood, whose was unclear, no descision seemed fully right. Hundreds of permutations of possible futures roared into her mind. No one standing out as more likely just yet.
She felt sick, and suddently the light in the room was more than blinding, it was agony.
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Date: 2006-10-19 11:37 am (UTC)She heard Aiden's reassurances. That wasn't it. She was a little afraid of being hurt again, but she chose to travel, she'd been locked up and interrogated before, faced death. Although never actually been through as much pain, or used as a medical experiment. No, she just thought it was wrong to let criminals go free, AND to have them return to bite them in the ass. They might not offer any further information to their bosses, but Ripley was right... this was war. They were more bodies on the opposing side able to come at them with weapons.
She spotted Jack behind her, leaning against a counter in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in hand.
She looked at him, silently pleading for him to help her make them see reason. But he shook his head. He didn't avert his eyes or seem guilty about it. So he was backing this decision as well. Least he wasn't a coward about it.
She sat down with a huff, feeling another headache gathering behind her eyes. Great, a migraine. She never had them before. They were a byproduct of the shit done to her.
"I hate this damn island." She muttered.
She was assaulted by images of what could happen. The prisoners returning to their camp, their trackers getting captured as they were anticipated, the trackers not being captured and returning with news, an attack on this bunker, and attack on the enemy camp, deaths, blood, whose was unclear, no descision seemed fully right. Hundreds of permutations of possible futures roared into her mind. No one standing out as more likely just yet.
She felt sick, and suddently the light in the room was more than blinding, it was agony.