@PSYCHOTlCMAID With a high kick to the chin to send the other stumbling back. .
❝ Queen of wolves?. .
A title filled with 𝑯𝒀𝑷𝑶𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑺𝒀 !
A wolf. .Albeit a Leader or not. .
Cannot fight without it's pack against a Bear. .
And I'm far worse than ONE ! ❞
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One mission after the other , that's all it's been for him. Humanity has gained so much , but 117 had "lost" so much.
‶ —— That's what she wanted for me too , one of the last things we talked about before everything happened. ʺ
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He came to a halt at her little interrogation , halfway through turning himself ; drawn back in my the curiosity of his own intrigues.
When was the last time he'd been on * 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇❓
When was the last time he'd taken a moment to debrief himself?
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‶ I'm just doing my job —— What we are brought together for. ʺ Rising to his full height , the deep ivy coat of his armored attire audibly shifting with each of his movements.
Looking to the palm of his hand , pretending as if though he were staring at his empty
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“*All work and no play*… an old phrase. You can’t work all the time, Chief. Even you.” She pulled her head back to look at him squarely.
Her voice was calm, and even a light bit melodic.
“Everyone needs some time to themselves.”
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‶ Peace and quiet can come later —— there's work to do. ʺ Stern in his wording , Chief's head rose somewhat. Readying himself to get back on his feet.
The brief tenure of this serenity was all he needed to pick himself back up internally.
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Her helmet remained cocked to the side, but now she was looking at him sidelong.
She was empathic to a fault, and could hear the tone of his voice.
He was anything BUT fine. She wasn’t going to force him to talk.
“Sounds like you need the peace and quiet more than I do.”
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Head steadily descended , the mystery of where his eyes wandered lost behind that deep - amber visor.
‶ —— I'm fine. ʺ A rare responce to such an inquiry , it wasn't often someone asked him something so personal. Responding in a way expected of him.
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Her helmeted head canted, ever so slightly.
“In fact, I am. I’m a short sleeper, so I don’t need much sleep to function. But that’s assuming I can sleep at all.”
She took a deep breath.
“How are you doing, Chief? And feel free to ignore ranks. I don’t stand on ceremony.”
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Her responce would be met with the silent nod from him , his standing position shifting to sit himself opposite of her. Forearms resting against his knees.
‶ You're tired ? ʺ He asked , keeping his gaze affixed to her.
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“Status? Copacetic, Chief. Just came here to clear my mind of the chaos this ship is famous for.”
She didn’t mind his stoicism. It was refreshing, in an odd way.