Edith Carr's voice brought her back to the present, the new Intermediate hunter acutely aware of the not-quite threats. The division leader had made it quite clear she was not happy with her performance, her tone thinning a little with the word 'remove.' And the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She had never been a good Moon trainee, not really -- the only reason she had ever wanted to be was to protect Robert, a task which had long been made obsolete for her. He had settled quite well into Life division, no longer barreling into combat without a second's hesitation, instead falling surprisingly easily into the position of 'healer.' He didn't need her to protect him anymore, he needed someone to fight for him, and the more she thought about all her solo missions, her time in the underwater observatory, the more she realized...
... those were intelligence missions.
Standing up straighter, Petra didn't bother to answer the question Ms Carr had asked.
"I would like to volunteer myself for transfer to Death Division, Ma'am."
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