[It was hardly an uncommon thing for the boy to find himself in one of the Nexus infirmaries throughout the day. Null would often raid the medical supplies to replenish his own pack in addition to checking in on Elisa and reporting his status. His boots click along the floor in a calculated stride as he enters the room, steps faltering as he stands before the gruesome sight.]
[Though he gazes down at the corpse of the woman on the floor, his expression remains unchanged; seemingly unaffected by the scene. He isn't a stranger to death. All his life he's been surrounded by it, being both the bearer of it and witnessed his own comrades fall to its hand. Elisa, his doctor, splayed across the floor in a pool of her own blood has now joined them, the thousands of corpses that have been etched in his mind. His eyes move along the floor and to the nearby scalpel; this would be what had taken the doctor's life.]
[He picks the scalpel up, gripping it in his hand as he examines the blood along the small blade. A simple and effective tool, sharp and capable of cutting many things, not merely flesh. The scalpel was Elisa's machete. The blood spattered across the metal is Elisa's blood; remnants of her essence and lifeforce which now remains spilled across a once pristine floor.]
[He feels no sadness now, nor anger or hurt. He moves closer to Elisa's body, laying down on the floor next to her. The scent of blood is heavy as it lingers about the doctor's corpse but it has no effect on the young soldier. He feels numb; a hollow feeling working itself though him, ultimately gathering in his chest. He doesn't want to decipher what he should be feeling at this moment; he just wants to lay here and remain by Elisa's side a moment longer.]
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[Though he gazes down at the corpse of the woman on the floor, his expression remains unchanged; seemingly unaffected by the scene. He isn't a stranger to death. All his life he's been surrounded by it, being both the bearer of it and witnessed his own comrades fall to its hand. Elisa, his doctor, splayed across the floor in a pool of her own blood has now joined them, the thousands of corpses that have been etched in his mind. His eyes move along the floor and to the nearby scalpel; this would be what had taken the doctor's life.]
[He picks the scalpel up, gripping it in his hand as he examines the blood along the small blade. A simple and effective tool, sharp and capable of cutting many things, not merely flesh. The scalpel was Elisa's machete. The blood spattered across the metal is Elisa's blood; remnants of her essence and lifeforce which now remains spilled across a once pristine floor.]
[He feels no sadness now, nor anger or hurt. He moves closer to Elisa's body, laying down on the floor next to her. The scent of blood is heavy as it lingers about the doctor's corpse but it has no effect on the young soldier. He feels numb; a hollow feeling working itself though him, ultimately gathering in his chest. He doesn't want to decipher what he should be feeling at this moment; he just wants to lay here and remain by Elisa's side a moment longer.]