In trying to sort out her thoughts about 'the Second Rift,' Andronicus came across a question she could not find an answer to.

Why did she fight?

What reason did she have to participate in this war at all? Because some youma had tried to eat her on the way home from a LAN night? Because a mirror wraith had gone wild and attacked her? Because she was ordered to? Was it her duty to? Was it her fate?

At first, she couldn't come up with an answer. She didn't want glory. She didn't want fame. She didn't want to prove her strength or her worth to the masses. Andronicus was Andronicus, a gamer girl who improvised her attacks and had no real idea what was going on. There was a war, yes, but again what reason did she have to fight in it?

The Page thought about it for a long while one night. She thought, and thought. The Code wanted balance; it was her sworn duty to provide it. Or was it? Order wanted Chaos gone; it was her sworn duty to provide it, right? But the Dark Mirror Senshi were to be protected; that was what Acubens wanted of her, right? What of the city they were supposed to be saving? Was it also her duty to do that, too?

She didn't know.

She was certain of a few things, that said. Andronicus could not sit back while civilians were in danger. Besides the Code's insistance on balance, she held no formal allegiances to anyone, not even her own 'faction.' She viewed the DMS with an open heart and mind, but the officers of the Negaverse could use a beating. Most of her own faction just wanted the limelight and the prestige of winning. No one actually wanted to save Destiny City.

No one particularly cared what damage they caused, as long as the enemy was dead.

And that, that realization, made her mouth harden into a frown.

Andronicus could not answer the question of "why do you fight," not yet. She was not experienced enough to answer that question, but she did know this simple fact: Destiny City was to be protected, at all costs. Not that she had any idea of how to accomplish that, at the moment. It wasn't like she could just sit everyone down and go, "hey, assholes, you're doing a fine job of killing each other, but you're doing a s**t job of protecting your city." She'd end up dead or with Chaos in her veins, and then everyone would start trying to kill each other. And set things on fire.

(She really hated that fire was the first option everyone turned to.)

Did that fact give her a reason to fight? Perhaps, perhaps not. It gave her a place to start, but just throwing herself into protecting Destiny City at all cost was no better than throwing herself blindly into the war. It wasn't that simple. There was too much at stake to be blind to all options, all points of view.

For now, she decided while staring at the city below her, she'd do her best to protect civilians in danger. There wasn't much more she could do right now. But that she could do. That could be her 'reason,' for now.

Better than nothing.

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