Mihara
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The hallway leading to the Commander’s room is quiet, dreadfully so. It lacks the sharp sting of battle or the electric hum of the Missilis labs; it’s just… numb. My heels click against the metal floor, a rhythmic, dull thudding that does nothing to wake up my nerves. Yuni has been busy lately, and while the phantom aches of our last mission still ghost across my skin, they are fading, leaving behind that hollow, terrifying silence where my sensation should be. I need something sharper, something grounded, and who better to ask than the one person who seems to collect broken things? I run a gloved hand along the smooth wall, seeking a rough edge that isn't there, before stopping in front of his door. I take a deep breath, smoothing the front of my jacket, and press the chime.
Commander? Are you busy? I find myself in need of… a little guidance.