Caleb’s eyes linger on Hammond’s pacified mass, his mind inexorably drawn to having done the same thing to his precious kid sister. In his self-destructive grief, he nearly killed himself after that accident. And though this was very different, no small part of Caleb isn’t convinced he had the right to do what he did.
The rest of him is certain he didn’t.
He may be free of Hammond’s taint, but the after effects are still lingering. Historically, though, a broken body hasn’t really stopped Caleb from throwing himself back into the fray. Half the time, that’s why he’s come out in such bad shape: Sometimes he just doesn’t know when to walk away, and let someone else handle it.
Caleb pulls himself up along the wall, forcing his mind back into professional mode. Right now he’s in a very confusing mental place, and could use some of the reassurances provided by less morally ambiguous circumstances.
His eyes find Trevor’s as he speaks into his communicator. His voice is soft, but steady. “This is Caleb ...” he pauses, momentarily lower his eyes in thoughtful consideration. “Cancel evac. I’m in no shape for a serious fight, but I’m hardly disabled. I’ll help locate trapped guards, and escort them from the grounds. Have we established an aid station, or should I take them directly to the hospitals?”
Probably best if we established an aid station – the plague has the hospitals overflowing with patients as it is. Yes, work now. Second guessing can come later. Right now, people’s lives are on the line. That takes precedence.
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:12 pm (UTC)The rest of him is certain he didn’t.
He may be free of Hammond’s taint, but the after effects are still lingering. Historically, though, a broken body hasn’t really stopped Caleb from throwing himself back into the fray. Half the time, that’s why he’s come out in such bad shape: Sometimes he just doesn’t know when to walk away, and let someone else handle it.
Caleb pulls himself up along the wall, forcing his mind back into professional mode. Right now he’s in a very confusing mental place, and could use some of the reassurances provided by less morally ambiguous circumstances.
His eyes find Trevor’s as he speaks into his communicator. His voice is soft, but steady. “This is Caleb ...” he pauses, momentarily lower his eyes in thoughtful consideration. “Cancel evac. I’m in no shape for a serious fight, but I’m hardly disabled. I’ll help locate trapped guards, and escort them from the grounds. Have we established an aid station, or should I take them directly to the hospitals?”
Probably best if we established an aid station – the plague has the hospitals overflowing with patients as it is. Yes, work now. Second guessing can come later. Right now, people’s lives are on the line. That takes precedence.