[As the tears fell down her cheeks, a hand came in contact with the hot drops in confusion. Pulling away from them, she brought her hand into view and stared at the tears.

Why was she crying? She had seen Sniper die hundreds of times before. All that had happened here was he had gotten a little hurt and now she was breaking down completely. Was she so detached from her own world now that she was beginning to realize what the cost was for hurting your body? Wounds didn't heal within seconds due to a Medigun, a rocket to the body would leave you in pieces and her flamethrower would forever melt the skin off anyone she used it against.

Here, without respawn and a Medic they were like anyone else.]

I remember now. Any type of pain we receive it won't go away so easily. Even if I baby you... somehow, I could still end up hurting you.

[Like she had now. There was no explaining how bad she felt. It was more then because Sniper was merely a comrade to her. The feelings she had now were entirely something else.]

I shouldn't of done that and yet I couldn't stop myself. I'm so ashamed. I don't want to hurt Mr. Hawk.