The citadel itself wasn't too bad, and so far she hadn't come across any youma she couldn't scare away with a shooing action. It was the hallway, the terror of actually getting that, that Eos found hard to handle. The terror felt like an iron fist around her heart, clenching it and squeezing it as she could do little more than put one foot in front of the other as hands grabbed at her from the darkness. Her escort, a Chaos agent she'd scouted once she'd powered up, had been somewhat wary also, so perhaps it wasn't just her. Either way, he'd scarpered now, so she'd have to find someone else to help her back out.
Strangely enough, the thought didn't worry her.
Eos was beginning to come to terms with it all, slowly but surely. She had been mistaken, in the path she'd previously taken - a grave mistake which she'd been lucky to be given this chance to repent for. She was one of the lucky ones. Striding down a hallway in the citadel, the blonde sighed as she looked to her left, gazing upon the impressive wooden doors of the war room. She was forgetful, but that day stuck firmly in her mind, when she'd awoken to find herself face-to-face with a General King. It hadn't actually been that long ago - weeks, or was it months now? Either way, remembering how childish she'd been made her blush. She'd have to make it up to Zinkenite, prove that she wasn't all tears and sobs.
Turning her attention forwards again, the blonde began to wander, lost in her thoughts.
Indubitably
