[b][h3][center][color=ec008c]Anomaly[/color][/center][/h3][/b][center]Near a crashed VTOL[/center][hr]
[color=ec008c]"O-Okay..."[/color] Anomaly choked out her word as she turned to go help out a few injured people. As she walked away from Sickle, however, she turned around once more and gave him a look. Not out of anger. Not out of sympathy. Just... a look. 

Sickle was broken. He walked behind Knight with his voice shifting. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Serious pain. Anomaly watched as he trailed, his body language reeking of agony and torturous feelings. Feelings that Anomaly could sense. Her ghost hand trailed behind him, just enough for her to feel the emotions he was giving without absorption. They made her want to puke, it was so... so... terrible.

Anomaly dissolved the hand trailing behind Sickle as she ran over to a car with a kid hiding in it. He was afraid of what was going on, and Anomaly didn't blame him. She spoke into her communicator to the group as she got the kid out of the car. 

[color=ec008c]"Did... did I do that to him...?"[/color] She meant it in a sense of did she get him into that state of mind that led to him and Knight's argument. She knew she didn't actually push him into thinking that.

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