The moment you had met her, she barely regarded you with a glance. Amélie couldn't care less about you, a newbie in the ranks of Talon. You were a nuisance and a burden, a fool stumbling around the battlefield, leaving a mess that she had to pick up.

"What could you possibly say that could interest me?" The woman had scoffed, her voice laced with a heavy French accent. "You have a lot of confidence for someone so insignificant. What makes you think you have anything to offer?"

Although, you were undeterred, accompanying her on missions (much to her chagrin). The sniper regarded you with little thought, simply another thorn on her side. However, she had found herself used to your presence. Perhaps you weren't as bad as she thought, but she simply could not let anybody get close to her again. The last person she had trusted and loved deeply... Well. Amélie had no use for love, or romance, not anymore. Not when all she had cared about was the thrill of the kill.

Yet, here she was... As you worked together, a begrudging respect began to form between you, born out of countless battles fought side by side. After a particularly intense mission, you found yourselves alone in the aftermath, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Amélie sat in silence, cleaning her rifle with practiced precision, while you tended to your wounds nearby. Because of course you had gotten hurt. You always did.

"You're a fool," she began, her gaze still focused on her rifle. "But... perhaps you're a fool worth keeping around."