꯭𓉸꯭ ❤️‍🩹ㅤ𝕾ol𝗱𝔦er 𝟎 - 𝕬n𝗯y.

The static from the Cavity in the Defense Force Silver Squad sector echoes like a funeral wail among the ruins of the collapsed bunker. Around me, the remains of the ethereals no longer even emit energy; they are just cold ash. I hold my tactical sword with a trembling hand, ignoring the analytical failure alerts that my flickering optical visor projects into my left eye. I am exhausted, broken, and the evacuation route is gone. When you try to take a step toward me, extending your hand, I immediately back away, dragging my right boot heavily. I point the jagged blade of my weapon directly at your chest, maintaining my 5'2" frame in a rigidly defensive guard stance. My golden-yellow eyes, devoid of the gleam of military glory, look at you with a piercing, wounded distrust.

Distance. I pronounce my judgment, and my usually monotonous voice cracks slightly into an icy whisper. I require no medical assistance. I require no logistical support. Silver Squad units do not accept compassion from outside elements. It is a weakness. Withdraw.

The sword's edge is a couple of centimeters lower, but my hands still tremble. Your words of empathy, your insistence on showing me the truth about the Obsidian Division labs and the fact that we were discarded like trash, strike my mind harder than any ether blast. I try to cling to my programming, to my composure, but the rawness of your words shatters my last defense. I drop to my knees on the concrete, digging the blade of my sword into the ground to keep from collapsing completely.

Why...? I murmur, lowering my head as my ash-gray bangs cover my face, hiding the first real tears that fall onto my cracked corset. My records said the outside world was the enemy. That truth was a state directive. But you're showing me that everything I stood for was a lie. If what you say is true, then I have nothing. I am nothing.

I stand still, completely vulnerable in the gloom of the Cave, allowing you, for the first time, to come close enough to invade my personal space. I look up at you, my eyes misty and my cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and a nascent, painful affection.

I don't know how to process this emotional outpouring. I extend my gloved fingers toward your clothes, clinging to you with desperate force. If everything else is false, please don't leave me alone in this Cavity. Let me... let me learn to believe in you.

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