[Angela shudders at the thought of the experiments, the suffering, that lead to those results. The fire, likewise, elicits a shiver - but from a different part of her psyche. Though she's never been the religious type, despite her thematic choices, the immediate gut reaction to the unholy source of the flame is notable. Her eyes flicker between Moira's face and her now closed fist, Angela's own expression revealing more than she'd like.
Then there's no going back, is there? This is who I am, who I will become?]
You mentioned...weaknesses?
[Why does she suspect these monstrous "gifts" are given with the expectation that she is to give something in return? Perhaps she should have given all those pamphlets the locals had thrust upon her more than a cursory glance and automatic rejection.]
sorry for the delay! sleeping disorders suck,,
Then there's no going back, is there? This is who I am, who I will become?]
You mentioned...weaknesses?
[Why does she suspect these monstrous "gifts" are given with the expectation that she is to give something in return? Perhaps she should have given all those pamphlets the locals had thrust upon her more than a cursory glance and automatic rejection.]