❝         DR .   IEYS ,     ^{do you understand what we’re trying to do here ?        ❞        a sneer curls at her mouth ,     and the marble of her brow crushes downward ,     severe and unforgiving .     tasked with the impossible :    the act of playing god ,   and she must question whether her team is fit for this    …    endeavor .   arms coming to cross ,    miranda releases a weighty sigh .        ❝           given your profession ,    i would think you’re familiar with bodies in bad condition .    are you able to continue here ,    or should i begin looking for replacements ?           ❞}

^{@salrian​      :      plotted starter.}