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"Watch out Leon, we're not here to re-live our traumas..."
The agent shrugged with a slightly disapproving grin. She was something else...
"And look who's talkin." He murmured.
"Excuse me?" She shifted, holding her gun a bit firmer. Still ready for whatever could come at them, even though the place seemed quite, well dead, not undead.
"Trauma is a wound, but possible to heal, even though it may take years." Leon recited under his breath, remembering so much more what he's learned through some years of searching for therapeutic information. In-between the times when he was fighting.
He gestured towards the bend of another corridor, steadily leading their mission towards an unknown. Though, he smelled in the stale, much too still air that there will be more known than unknown. More of the same...
Should he retire after seeing it all? Probably not. Not yet at least.
"I thought you're going to be kind of an asshole."
He froze for a second, almost losing his usual flow. Safety and vigilance were the priority after all.
Breath, in and out.
He spared her a quick glance, too busy scanning the room. She looked at him maybe slightly terrified but also quite open, waiting.
"To be honest, I'd think that too!" He snorted a laugh.
This was going to be fun?