[ Root in her dreams is being constantly pursued by Samaritan agents. Of course she's holding down the doorbell annoyingly until someone opens the door, and maybe she knew this was the house of a friend of hers and maybe she didn't, but it's going to be safer than being out on the street. She's dressed all in black and has two pistols tucked into her waistband and a tactical shotgun in both hands, and she's breathing heavily, focused with laser-sharp precision on where she is and what she's doing.
She needs to stay present or she'll start thinking about what's happening to Shaw, and she can't, she can't, that's not going to help her get out of this situation and it won't help Shaw, either.
Root ducks in immediately when Octavian ushers her in, a harried, hunted air about her. It makes complete sense that he would be bleeding profusely. She grabs his arm roughly with one hand. ]
Sorry, no time for snacks. I can't stay here -- I'm putting you and your family in danger. This is them, right?
[ Despite the urgency of the situation, Root can't help but pry for information. ]
2 for LORE also Root is sentenced to be super bought into and intense about dreams you're welcome
She needs to stay present or she'll start thinking about what's happening to Shaw, and she can't, she can't, that's not going to help her get out of this situation and it won't help Shaw, either.
Root ducks in immediately when Octavian ushers her in, a harried, hunted air about her. It makes complete sense that he would be bleeding profusely. She grabs his arm roughly with one hand. ]
Sorry, no time for snacks. I can't stay here -- I'm putting you and your family in danger. This is them, right?
[ Despite the urgency of the situation, Root can't help but pry for information. ]