𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

📌 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘣𝘺’𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬

||: I’m going to cremate you.

“Is it cumbersome to say that I’m proud of how much you’ve grown?” Her bright enough eyes seemed to still be joyful though.

“It’s just nice you’re slowly relaxing and not worrying about training. You’re very dedicated to it, so seeing you in these clothes alone makes me glad.”

“When was the last time I saw you wearing something casual. . ?” Honestly a much bigger question for her. Not that she’s complaining. “But hearing you say that, I’m glad to hear it Rise. Of course. . ~” Anby felt humble to know she was the first person to go to for time off.

She was the only one home, actually here to stay for a while. Anby comes to answer the door, only to be surprised. “Ah. . . Soldier 11. You’re here.” She was perplexed, yet happy somewhat? “Nicole and the others are out. It’s just me.”

She isn’t very sure how to respond. All her mind could ask about is how worse it could be. At least if the proxy took her in, then she has nothing to worry about. It calmed her. . . . Maybe it’s best to ask. “Do you remember? Remember what makes you think of when you see me?”

“Oh—“ Too late, she’s already being held and blasting off. She wasn’t even making an objection. If anything she’s perplexed. She isn’t really sure how to hold on except by using her body as an anchor.

She gazed at the girl for a little while at a pause for thought. It wasn’t too long before she was able to put some of the pieces together. Her stoicism replaced with a look of concern. “!” Her eyes darted around the room a moment. “Who brought you here?”

||: Alo.