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As The Doctor waited for a response, that's when he came across Scott's own file. Upon reading through it, all he could say was, "Oh no..." He then looked to Scott. "I'm so sorry." This was not gonna be easy to handle.
Arthur did not help. "Well, well, well! Looks like you're in the vile vermin club!" He said aloud, patting Scott on the back. "I'd say I'd feel pity for you, but... well, I doubt you need even more lies in your life."
Scott felt his stomach drop out as he read the files, his head beginning to swim with feelings of horror and disorientation.
He had always felt like...something was a bit off in his life. It was some minor nagging sense that something was out of place, and he could never put his finger on why. And it had grown worse when he was posted at the black site. And now he knew why.
These...monsters had taken his real mother from him after torturing her. They lied to him and made him complicit in their atrocities.
He staggered back, his back bumping against the wall of the office as he tried to keep himself from just falling over, tears streaming down his face and his breathing hitching as a raging swell of pain and anger threatened to overwhelm him.
Scott's revelation, while she is not privy to the details, makes her see this soldier as another victim of this chaotic world. The blonde woman scowls at Arthur Morgan's unhelpful words. She approaches Scott, puts a hand on his shoulder.
"We are not only where we have come from. We are also what we do. Remember that, Scott." Tsunade offers him words that are like those given by an attentive master to his overwhelmed pupil when she felt the pressure of her lineage was too great.
Scott was on the verge of mentally breaking down when he heard Tsunade's words, her presence breaking through the haze of misery and rage that clouded his mind.
He considered those words, and remembered they were still on a mission. He couldn't afford to let himself fall apart. Not right now.
He breathed in. He held his breath for a few moments. He breathed out. Rinse. Repeat.
Gradually, the swell of horrible feelings simmered down. It was by no means gone, but he had put a lid on it for the time being.
He wiped the tears from his face. "Thank you, Tsunade," he said, his voice thick and unsteady.
The sound of a pistol's hammer cocking back was suddenly heard from behind the group. When everyone turned to see, a man stood in the secret passage doorway Hei had opened open. He held a P-96 to them all, yet he was an overweight man in official uniform, with balding grey hair, and a big mustache with stubble around his chin and cheeks. Heavy, dark bags were under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in days, kept awake by fear and paranoia. The Doctor slowly put his hands up, while looking between the man with the gun, and everyone else in the office. "Easy." He softly told them. "We don't want trouble." If they had a fight in here now, someone was sure to come investigate, and they didn't need security coming after them in one of the most important buildings in this city.
"Why am I not surprised a traitor brought savages into our city? Have you turned traitor to your own race now?" The man said. The Doctor could see a nametag on his uneven uniform jacket. 'Kamarov.' The man who owned this office. "Unless.... You are the child." He then realized, seeing the emotions on Scott's face. "The adopted scattered. Have you come to see humanity to its extinction?"
"We're not here to see anyone killed." The Doctor then spoke up. "We're here to understand, and to help. We were brought here against our will, and we want to know why."
"Bah. What is to understand from a dead race?"
"Everything." The Doctor answered back. "Or have you forgotten your job?" With Kamarov being the man in charge of organizing the history of this city and its secrets.
"My job matters little. This city will fall, and you will be left with only remains, if you survive what's coming." Kamarov clearly knew too much.
"Then tell us. If you're having a crisis of faith, we might just be what you need to not only see your people, but see to it justice is given to Kane and whoever did this to your planet." The Doctor pleaded.
"And why should I trust the word of a freak?"
"Because you have fifteen rounds in that gun, and I doubt you could even fire a shot before one of us got to you." Besides Jotaro, Hei and Tsunade could easily move in close to him in the blink of an eye and remove his gun. Weighing his options, Kamarov slowly put his gun down, before looking to Arthur.
"May I have a drink?" He asked. Arthur decided to hand it over, giving Kamarov the glass and bottle. The Georgian sounding man took a heavy sip from the bottle itself, before wiping away what remained off his lips. "So how may I help? I'm a damned man even without talking to you all." Kamarov told the group, as Kane was looking to remove him from the scene anyway.
Frankly, the moment Scott laid eyes on Kamarov, he had half a mind to leap over at him and smash his skull into the wall, repeatedly, until he stopped moving, almost not caring that he was armed.
But the Doctor as ever was very persuasive. He was right after all. If Karamov really was willing to turn on Kane, then they needed him alive, here and now. But it sure as hell didn't make him feel good about it.
There was so much he wanted to say, to scream at the piece of shit standing in front of him right now. He bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut. But there was no mistaking the look of fury in Scott's eyes as he gazed at the man partly responsible for everything they were trying to stop.