( At the beginning, Mercy's interested. Then, when the girl across from her starts to actually emote, she becomes immersed, her attention absolutely rapt as the story begins to unfold. Although it's an utterly alien version of Earth's history compared to what is her own, it's not something she finds completely discountable from the start. Unlike tales of gods and creators and plagues with fantasy-esque names. There is a very familiar human element in it to which she can relate.
Of course, when she speaks of lifeforms merging, the story starts to sound like fantasy too, but not for long. It occurs to Mercy that there's a very likely scientific explanation for this: whatever that merging involved, it involved a restructuring of their human hosts on the most fundamental of levels. Something has altered her DNA. If it's unstable, that would account for her symptoms, and a whole slew of others she might not even know of.
Mercy's hands go stiff in her lap. If not for the thickness of her gloves, she'd be drawing her own blood. Slowly, she unclenches her fists.
Though Anemone may be looking away, she keeps a calm gaze trained on her. She speaks very deliberately. )
I am sorry that they forced you to fight. That they exploited you in the way that they did.
But...I may also know what's causing your condition. Though whether I can fix it here, with what I have available to me...I will do my best. However, this may involve having to study you. Would you give me permission to do such?
and i thought it was bad ~99% of my canon's material is non-canonical
Of course, when she speaks of lifeforms merging, the story starts to sound like fantasy too, but not for long. It occurs to Mercy that there's a very likely scientific explanation for this: whatever that merging involved, it involved a restructuring of their human hosts on the most fundamental of levels. Something has altered her DNA. If it's unstable, that would account for her symptoms, and a whole slew of others she might not even know of.
Mercy's hands go stiff in her lap. If not for the thickness of her gloves, she'd be drawing her own blood. Slowly, she unclenches her fists.
Though Anemone may be looking away, she keeps a calm gaze trained on her. She speaks very deliberately. )
I am sorry that they forced you to fight. That they exploited you in the way that they did.
But...I may also know what's causing your condition. Though whether I can fix it here, with what I have available to me...I will do my best. However, this may involve having to study you. Would you give me permission to do such?