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Full darkness had shrouded the Matrix before the mystery blonde
Woman had returned with some wood and an exhausted expression on her face. She put the wood down by Smith side, and sat down beside him, beginning to make the material into splints.
"Leave it for a while." Smith said, sounded as if all the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "You're exhausted."
She looked up at him, smiled and took off her glasses, revealing tired brown eyes.
"That's very sweet, Agent, but we can't stay here, unless you feel like dying."
"No, not particularly." Smith said, smiling.
"Then sit still."
She worked with an expression of raw concentration, her eyes never leaving her work, and her hands never faltering or pressing too hard on Smith's arm. When she was done, the stars were out and ruling the sky, twinkling falsely down on them.
"There." She said matter-of-factly, her relief showing.
The pain had retreated to a dull, aching throb, and he was glad to have this woman here, whoever she was. If she had not shown up, surely he would be lying in a growing pool of his own blood at this moment.
"Thank you, for everything." He said, his voice still pained and croaky.
"Don't mention it. Can you get up?, I think we should getting out of here sharpish."
Smith slowly rose, using his good arm to cling onto the mystery woman's arm to steady himself a little.
When he had risen to his full height of 6'2", he was eye to eye with her.
Then it came to him.
Angela.
"Angela..." He whispered, unaware that he had spoken out loud.
She smiled and flicked a stray hair out of her face.
"I thought you had forgotten me." She said, her brown eyes sparkling.
The memory had washed over him, and how she had acted like she didn't know who he was, how she had left him alone in the rain.
"You... you knew it was me back then?."
"Sure did. I said nothing of it to anyone, but believe me when I say you were never alone, Smith. I was always there, I was always watching. I know that Johnson gave you mercy, I know the Architect very much rubbed salt in the wound, I know you forced yourself to eat, therefore forcing yourself to accept the fact that you are, a Virus."
Smith said nothing, he was too amazed.
She was watching me the whole time, she was watching, waiting. Waiting for what?... Why, the inevitable. The right moment. He thought, but the whole idea seemed ludicrous.
"Why?." He asked finally, his voice small and minute.
"You like asking why, don't you Agent?." A pause, and a slightly teasing smile was on her pale lips. "Let me put it this way, it is a reason that I am unsure of, even to myself, I simply followed my instinct, and what I felt was right. Does that do?." She asked, regarding him with eyes that held fear inside their dancing light.
Smith said nothing, and guessed that it would have to do for now.