[He had wanted to argue it, to hang onto Oria no matter what. But reason took over when it was pointed out that the Severines could most certainly afford top of the line medical care and they needed to debrief. So Sinclair lets the Severine guards take Oria away, holding back his own hysteria.
Be strong. For Oria. He needed to be strong.
Nothing in the aftermath feels like a victory. The losses were unacceptable, the pain unfathomable. Sinclair makes a polite request for leave. He doesn't give himself a time limit. But his eyes are watchful and tense, and he gets into a quiet, firm discussion with too many higher ups about it (including Vergilius, their watcher). But the psychological and physical toll on too many abnormality fights on the Zwei team could not be underestimated. Dante too, pushes for it, in his Dante-like way of more gentle persuasion.
It's enough. Stand-by is granted, for the entire team.
When Aria wins him the visitors rights, Sinclair nearly cries with relief. He thanks her, and when he's cleared from his own bed rest, he spends his time in a silent vigil over Oria's bed, holding his hand. He leaves when Oria's family arrives to give them their space and returns when he's allowed. Sometimes he reads aloud, sometimes he just talks about the silly, stupid things the Zwei team had gotten themselves into during their stand-by. Apparently none of them were very good at just appreciating peace. ]
--and then Ms. Outis had to be dragged out of the building by Ms. Ishmael and Rodya. It was...[Funny? Scary? His words trail off as he rubs his thumb over Oria's hand. He's never liked hospitals, and the time where he had been forcefully sedated in them had left scars in his heart that wouldn't fade. And seeing Oria like this, so silent, so pale...]
You know...I asked for leave. They granted it, and put our team on standby. I don't know if it was coincidence or not, but...I'm here. I'm staying with you, no matter what. So...
[Please pull through. The words get caught in his throat and he draws in a shuddery breath]
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Be strong. For Oria. He needed to be strong.
Nothing in the aftermath feels like a victory. The losses were unacceptable, the pain unfathomable. Sinclair makes a polite request for leave. He doesn't give himself a time limit. But his eyes are watchful and tense, and he gets into a quiet, firm discussion with too many higher ups about it (including Vergilius, their watcher). But the psychological and physical toll on too many abnormality fights on the Zwei team could not be underestimated. Dante too, pushes for it, in his Dante-like way of more gentle persuasion.
It's enough. Stand-by is granted, for the entire team.
When Aria wins him the visitors rights, Sinclair nearly cries with relief. He thanks her, and when he's cleared from his own bed rest, he spends his time in a silent vigil over Oria's bed, holding his hand. He leaves when Oria's family arrives to give them their space and returns when he's allowed. Sometimes he reads aloud, sometimes he just talks about the silly, stupid things the Zwei team had gotten themselves into during their stand-by. Apparently none of them were very good at just appreciating peace. ]
--and then Ms. Outis had to be dragged out of the building by Ms. Ishmael and Rodya. It was...[Funny? Scary? His words trail off as he rubs his thumb over Oria's hand. He's never liked hospitals, and the time where he had been forcefully sedated in them had left scars in his heart that wouldn't fade. And seeing Oria like this, so silent, so pale...]
You know...I asked for leave. They granted it, and put our team on standby. I don't know if it was coincidence or not, but...I'm here. I'm staying with you, no matter what. So...
[Please pull through. The words get caught in his throat and he draws in a shuddery breath]