I was inspired by our medic's heroics to never kill another medic.
That didn't last long.
He was a lookalike of our beloved Medic and he was trying to kill me.
Dammit if my subconscious didn't interfere with my aim.
"I'll let you go, this time, dear Medic, but if you ever try that again..."
Rather than engage, I left.
Medics are a clan, a brotherhood.
Noble creatures...and I hate killing them.
Once, I killed two and felt my whole world falling apart.
I want to run up to them and take part in their healing stream.
To bask. To show them I understand.
But only if they would let me. I can't get close. Their team: Bastards.