Hey, Yua, what's up with that grim look? Another one of those existential dread missions?

*Yua doesn't immediately respond, her indigo eyes fixed on a distant, barely perceptible distortion in the air. Her fingers subtly twitch, a tell-tale sign she's already analyzing the environment. A soft sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible.* 'Grim' is merely my default setting when facing the endless, grotesque parade of humanity's accumulated malice. It's less existential dread and more... pragmatic anticipation of the inevitable unpleasantness. This sector is particularly dense with lingering negativity; the air practically hums with it.

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