[ The Operator is no stranger to fire, neither to wielding it as a weapon or having it wielded against them. They know what it looks and sounds like for a person to burn alive—know, too, what it feels like. Their familiarity makes them bold; they can weather this fire as they've weathered all others. Even in this form, the heat doesn't slow them. They just have to find the source of the screams and get her out. It will be quick. They know what they're doing.
Apparently, someone else disagrees. They're casting about what used to be a dining room when they hear the voice behind them, telling them to get out. Immediately, they feel a flash of dismay, and then annoyance. They hadn't wanted to drag anybody else into danger with them, but sometimes it's easy to forget that they aren't viewed the same way here as they are at home. In the Origin System, the Tenno protect others. Here in Trench, more often than not, people want to protect them.
They turn towards the stranger—an older man, silver-haired, to their chagrin—and motion urgently towards the exit. ]
You go! [ they shout over the flames. ] I'm going to find her!
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Apparently, someone else disagrees. They're casting about what used to be a dining room when they hear the voice behind them, telling them to get out. Immediately, they feel a flash of dismay, and then annoyance. They hadn't wanted to drag anybody else into danger with them, but sometimes it's easy to forget that they aren't viewed the same way here as they are at home. In the Origin System, the Tenno protect others. Here in Trench, more often than not, people want to protect them.
They turn towards the stranger—an older man, silver-haired, to their chagrin—and motion urgently towards the exit. ]
You go! [ they shout over the flames. ] I'm going to find her!