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"Sorry, I just..." Why was she apologizing? She shakes her hair, looking down as she fidgets with the arm of the sofa. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks up again, frowning and looking more like herself.
"I was part of the team that went on the wayward raid. I wasn't there for the whole fight downstairs," she looks agitated at that part, "but I asked Eric to go with me when we went scouting there the first time. We saw what it was like when what's left of those kids isn't even half a body." She stares at the tea; even the thought of drinking it makes her feel worse, so she looks back at Abby and moves on.
"I guess I just don't know what to do with them. The memories. I mean, I know we don't have to go overseas to see terrible things, and this is the sort of thing I want to prevent if I can, but we met some of those kids. Talked to them. They have - had - names and faces." Her fingers tighten at the slip up.
"When I spoke to Mr. Gloria, the guy who used to own the building before CLAW took it over, he told me they'd been doing this a while. That adoptions and paperwork were work they didn't want to deal with anymore. He -knew- what they were doing to those kids! And no one cares because, hey, who's going to notice or care if orphans and homeless kids go missing? It's for technology!" She's not shouting, but her voice is definitely raised and strained with emotion.
Realizing she's rambling, Rebecca forces herself to stop and lean back into the chair.
She takes a deep breath, her own head spinning from speaking so much.
"I guess I'm having a hard time understanding how to rationalize this as acceptable. For many reasons." She reaches out for the mug and takes a sip of tea, biding her time as she sorts through the chaos of her thoughts.
"I spoke to a senior agent after scouting the place with Eric, but we'd managed to bring back two of the kids with us." Just two. "It was easier to rationalize it then, that at least we'd saved two, no matter how many more might be lost. After the raid, I'm not sure how to take that idea. It doesn't feel right.
"We barely got everyone out alive. Even with capturing one of the creatures and the guy upstairs, it feels like failure."
"What would success have been for you in this case? Still knowing there was no way you could go back before you did. Pretend you could redo it." Absinthe asks her.
"That's just it, I can't think of anything." A faint squeak comes from her thumbs as she rubs them along the rim of the mug.
"I keep thinking of all kinds of 'what if,' but that doesn't change the situation. What if Aaron followed the order he was given? What if we had stopped the security feeds when scouting? What if CLAW had less time to prepare for us? What if I had focused on the...kid...in front of me longer and hadn't shattered my knee, instead of worrying about Eric and the others?" She shakes her head.
"In the end, I can't know. Anything I come up with could have just made it worse."
"So you did everything you could." She says gently, nodding to herself.
"And I'm sure it's doesn't make anything better right now, but eventually you'll see that doing everything you could was not a failure. Had you not taken the steps you had, you're right, just about anything else could have gone wrong. One of you could have died. Or been captured. Or if neither of you had found the place, then there would be fewer children still alive. Or it would still be happening to more of them. And those Genos...who knows."
Absinthe takes a sip of her tea, in thought.
"I suppose all I can say is you can't rationalize it as acceptable. But you can eventually see it as more than a failure. I'm sure those children who are still alive don't feel failed."
Rebecca nods once or twice while Abby speaks, but the last comment is the one that gets to her. She gives the woman a small, tired smile at the mention of those saved.
"Yeah, Jamal and Emily stopped by while I was still in the infirmary. They were happy to be alive." She nods and hesitates for a moment.
"This is probably going to sound weird, but what did we do with the...remains?" Another frown as she remembers Sarah asking during the fight if the kids they had fought were dead or not before defending herself.
She hopes they were. She doesn't want to think of what it would mean, otherwise.
"I mean, there were kids taken because they were orphans and homeless. Most probably don't have families or anything to inform."
"I'm not sure." She starts to rub her thumbs along the porcelain again, stopping with a wince high-pitched squeak catches her attention.
"I don't know. I don't exactly know people who are married or dating other agents and have experience with it." More silence before she hesitantly starts to elaborate.
"Eric and I were in the same group during the raid, but I got injured pretty badly. He sent me back alone, even with his own injury or knowing if he could keep it up because I couldn't regroup with the others." Froooooown.
"I was worried sick! I had no contact with the rest of the team, no idea what happened until those who weren't injured were talking to me about it, and even then it was pretty vague until I pinned them down for details. And Eric..."
"I'm not ungrateful, but it feels like he made the wrong call. I'm just one person. We've talked about it a little, and maybe he's right. Maybe we shouldn't be on missions together. But that may not always be an option and it won't solve the problem.
"So I guess I just don't know how we stay impartial when something comes up."
"Ahh. I see." She says, tapping her cup then nodding.
"It's something you have to learn to do. Jack and I only became a couple after we were experienced agents and in the thick of things your attention is on the goal, not each other. You help whoever is closest and trust that the others will do the same. But that trust is built up through missions with each other."
She takes a second to consider what happened.
"If I put Jack and myself in your shoes, then when he would have rescued me, my first priority would have been taking advantage of the fact I was returned to 'base' to send additional help. They were in trouble and my anger and worry wouldn't change that. Whether or not the choice was due to his feelings, you have to take a good thing for what it is and make something of it."
She nods at the explanation. In the end, that's all any of them could do, but trust wasn't always easy to come by, and theory is never quite the same in practice.
"I think that's what I would have done, if I hadn't...well." Fallen apart and go into shock from her injury? It was embarrassing to think about, especially when taking in Evie's help as well as the guy she said carried her to the infirmary. The very idea makes her squirm, and she grits her teeth against the stabbing pain that accompanies the movement.
She had to do better.
"I'm trying to, I am. Maybe it's just hindsight.
"Is it alright if I ask you about the time you two had?" Maybe it's comparison, maybe not. Either way, distractions are good.