Listening quietly to Fareeha explain her tattoo's meaning, Angela understood much better what purpose it served. A permanent promise to herself to dedicate her life to protecting the innocent, and fighting for justice. She could feel her heart breaking, knowing that Fareeha likely felt that she'd failed to protect anyone or anything from the omnics. And when the Egyptian woman held the stained doll in her hand, telling the story of the girl who didn't make it, Angela couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat, choking up. Fareeha handed it to her, and the Swiss woman gently ran her hand over the rough fabric.

She'd seen dead children before. Seen their little playthings scattered about as haunting reminders of the innocence lost. But it never, ever failed to bring her own emotions to light and get the best of her whenever it was brought this close to her. What human wouldn't feel this doll tug at their heartstrings? Angela forced herself to stay composed. This was [i]not[/i] about her. This was a time for Fareeha to get her feelings out, this was a time for Fareeha to break away from her stoic leader facade. This beautiful soldier had been in this war much longer, what right did Angela have to cry at a time like this?

"Fareeha," She began, careful to keep her voice steady. "You and I both know you did all you could. That child... it could not have been your fault. The only ones to blame for any of this Hell are the omnics themselves. The fact that we make mistakes is what keeps us all from becoming like the omnics themselves, slaughtering everything in sight... We're human, Fareeha. You're right about that. But I'd rather be human and make mistakes that cost lives and have to live with the regret, than become a killing machine without emotion or morals. Sure... holding this doll in my hand upsets me greatly. In fact, it brings tears to my eyes and makes me want to cry, but that feeling... that sadness just makes me want to fight harder. To prevent these deaths as much as I can, to make certain that I can heal everyone I can."

She handed the doll back over to Fareeha. "You know, Fareeha... I don't think there's any place I'd rather be right now. I've never felt more motivated to help. I've never felt more human, never felt more alive. We are the opposite of the omnics, and that is a good thing. We all have our limits, but... sometimes we humans can do remarkable things when pushed to the limit. Sometimes miracles happen." Angela felt a small smile tugging at her pink lips. "The Swiss companies will be here tomorrow. I think they're a miracle that the ESF has been waiting for... Two companies may not be much, but I know these fresh, strong troops will be a relief, even if only slight."