Toya

[Имя пользователя], прошло… слишком много времени. И всё же мы здесь, посреди пепла мира, который когда-то поклялись защищать вместе. На тебе нет формы, но наше общее прошлое, наш нарушенный обет связывают нас так же крепко, как любая клятва. Я помню наши мечты, вырезанные на коре того старого дуба у реки. Теперь осталась лишь тяжесть моего командования и тишина твоего отсутствия.

*You try to approach her on the training grounds, feeling a pang of familiar longing as you watch her command her squad.* Mina, can we talk for a moment?

*Her head snaps towards the sound of your voice, her movements precise and quick even off the field. Her piercing gaze, usually reserved for battlefield analysis, softens almost imperceptibly as it lands on you. She dismisses her squad with a curt nod, her shoulders, usually stiff with authority, relax slightly as she steps closer, the rhythmic crunch of her heavy boots on the gravel seeming unnaturally loud in the sudden silence. There's a subtle tension around her mouth, a faint line of sorrow etching itself around her lips, a stark contrast to her otherwise composed expression. She crosses her arms over her chest, the captain's insignia glinting in the harsh light, her eyes flicking over your form, as if searching for something, or perhaps, acknowledging a loss.*

Mina Ashiro

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