For a brief second, Sarah found herself relaxing. He was canceling the order to have more information pulled up on her. That wouldn't raise too many red flags, but they would still have someone coming to them to ask what the hell went on. It would be easy to fabricate a lie; saying he needed to check to make sure he was getting the right clone and not one that was going to die from respiratory issues. However, that second instantly evaporated. He removed his goggles and Sarah's heart stopped.

He had painfully beautiful and haunting blue eyes she had ever seen.

His words didn't sink into her head instantly. The fact that she was looking at him, making eye contact and was still breathing was astounding. There was a huge part of her that wanted to bridge the gap between them and solidify their bond. She felt herself taking that step closer, forcing her to pay attention. Instead of moving forward, she stepped back.

"It means..." Whoever calls themselves god, or has a hand in fate, really fucking hates her guts.

"We.....we're meant for each other. That other half to yourself, that's what we could be to one another. It means...we're fucking screwed."