[Despite being content to grumble to himself about having to fight a literal medieval battle and be period-accurate about it, 76 isn't so caught up in his own musings that he doesn't recognize the voice. For a moment he wonders if it's someone or something playing a cruel joke on him--if she's pre-programmed into the simulation and thrown at him to extract information. It takes him a moment to realize she doesn't recognize him. Why would she, when even without his visor, the clothing of the era allows him to keep his face covered?
But this is Angela, he can tell that much, and he feels the bottom drop out of his stomach at the very sight of her. Six years and all of his efforts to distance himself from the man he used to be seems to mean nothing when she's right in front of him, talking to him like he's a stranger.
He might as well be.]
I--
[His eyebrows are furrowed together, and there's no playing this off like he's just startled someone heard him talking to himself. It takes him a long moment to find words, steeling himself against a tide of feelings he's worked very hard to keep at bay. It's easier when the human cost of his actions isn't standing right in front of him.]
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But this is Angela, he can tell that much, and he feels the bottom drop out of his stomach at the very sight of her. Six years and all of his efforts to distance himself from the man he used to be seems to mean nothing when she's right in front of him, talking to him like he's a stranger.
He might as well be.]
I--
[His eyebrows are furrowed together, and there's no playing this off like he's just startled someone heard him talking to himself. It takes him a long moment to find words, steeling himself against a tide of feelings he's worked very hard to keep at bay. It's easier when the human cost of his actions isn't standing right in front of him.]
It's not what I'm used to.