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The first time Dr Mensah sees me without my armour, it’s because I’m in my cubicle and trying not to ooze everywhere. She looks shocked, but I can put that down to the mess I left on the floor. I promise her I’ll clean it up when I’m back to full capacity, but she doesn’t look comforted.
Instead she says, “What’s that on your shoulder?”
I don’t know what she’s talking about, but I angle it towards her. I know there’s a weird mark on the skin there that grows back even when the flesh is destroyed, but I don’t have a lot of say in what my organic parts do. If I did, I wouldn’t be such a mess. After she apologises and leaves, I don’t think anything more of it.
Not until later - months later, when I’m extracting her from TranRollinHyfa. She’s shaking as we traverse the access backbone, navigating gravity changes along the way. At the end of it, I allow her a hug. It’s not terrible. And while she’s clinging to me, I see on her shoulder: a mark that looks just like mine.
I know about soul marks from my media. I know what a soulmate is. I have never heard of a SecUnit having one. Why would we? It doesn’t make sense.
I don’t know what to do. She knew, and she didn’t tell me. She knew, and she didn’t use it to make me stay.
I’ll figure it out later.
If we live.