[SPARTAN-023 removes her helmet. Her pupils are contracted in a combat mode triggered by even deeper memories, as she stares at the masses of droids dispersing. They were moving away... Whatever they were looking for, they had it now.
Her eyes slowly return to normal.
Daisy-023 wants to drop on her knees to recover her breath and her heartbeat, but she continues to stand. Even her hands barely shake. She holds Marco with a weakened grip as she is sent down along with her helmet and tools.]
... Don't mention it. [Looking at Marco.] I would've got us both hurt if I had kept going.
[That, and she was dealing with unknown technology. If it was shifting technology as she assumed, she didn't know what would happen had she tinkered its' insides as the droids hunted them.
And Daisy hates the thought of people getting hurt again because of her.
The Chief turns her head. Where Law's house was, there was now smoke rising.]
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Her eyes slowly return to normal.
Daisy-023 wants to drop on her knees to recover her breath and her heartbeat, but she continues to stand. Even her hands barely shake. She holds Marco with a weakened grip as she is sent down along with her helmet and tools.]
... Don't mention it. [Looking at Marco.] I would've got us both hurt if I had kept going.
[That, and she was dealing with unknown technology. If it was shifting technology as she assumed, she didn't know what would happen had she tinkered its' insides as the droids hunted them.
And Daisy hates the thought of people getting hurt again because of her.
The Chief turns her head. Where Law's house was, there was now smoke rising.]