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So who wants snippets of unfinished things jotted down at 1 am on a weekday and then abandoned? I know you do.
The Soldier looks like shit when Gabriel finds him, sagging against a wall in a crumpled, bombed out part of the city that never really got fixed after the Omnic Crisis.
His shoulders heave and shudder with a hard breath and he looks up through that red visor. It’s webbed with cracks. Gabriel wonders if it’s still working.
“I should let you die,” he says.
“Yeah, you should.” The Soldier’s voice is clotted with stress and liquid.
Gabriel hasn’t seen his living face in six years. He reaches down to pull the mask off. Gloved hands come up in protest, but he either doesn’t have the strength or the will to actually stop Gabriel.
There’s blood trickling down Jack’s chin. Blood spattered on the inside of the mask. Punctured lung; Gabriel can hear it. Jack might be able to survive it if Gabriel leaves him here. Might manage long enough to get to help. If there’s any help to be had for him these days.
He taps the mask against his thigh. Jack stares up and him with that stupid hard-jawed blank what’re you gonna do about it face Gabriel always hated.
Probably there was a time he found it endearing. He tries not to think about those days.
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