Never did Captain Mica feel the need to fear her own city. Even before she had awakened as a Negaverse officer and took on the duties that were required of her, Destiny City had changed little. It was her home, and it was infested. Infested with Senshi of the White Moon Court. Infested with knights. Before then, it was infested, but that kind of infestation hardly bothered her. She grew up around them and had learned to deal with them. She learned all the dark paths, the kind that parents would warn their children to never venture down. To Nyasa Freeman, these horrid streets were her playing ground, and it have also become her hunting ground. Very few Senshi dared venture down these alleyways, which would have made Mica feel rather discouraged. But tonight, she welcomed the solitude.

Her discussion with General Ilmenite did not quite play out as she was expecting it to, and she wasn’t sure why. She had done a mission with him before, back when they were of equal rank, back during the old days of the Negaverse, but the details were a bit hazy to her. She had been gone from the scene for a rather long time, and things had changed. Destiny City had changed. The Negaverse changed. People changed.

Except she felt as though she had remained the same. Ilmenite was proof of this. In her absence, he had moved up in rank, accepted the Negaverse’s changes and only chose to become stronger. Or perhaps the Negaverse had grown weaker. She had once suspected this to be true once, but perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps change was what needed to happen, and she had been a stubborn fool to turn away from it, instead of embrace it.

When she was pushed towards the precipice of change, she found herself staring down at it, with fear, with apprehension, and what she had seen she did not like. So, whereas others threw themselves down, she had turned away entirely, and thus, she had allowed herself to become stale and obsolete. Useless. Cold and dead.

Ilmenite had not only leapt the precipice, but he fully absorbed it, took it into his arms and shaped it to work in his favor. He had grown stronger, wiser, and Mica understood now what she had failed to understand just moments ago. Whatever happened to him in her absence had only made him stronger, and that there were others like him, who were all growing in new ways, under this new direction of the Negaverse. She had seen that the change that she could see from the top of the precipice was only the surface of a very, very deep chasm, and waiting at the bottom of the chasm… would it be worth it? Would it make her stronger? Would she… welcome the change?

Or would it kill her? Would it break her, Nyasa Freeman, and leave nothing but a shell behind?

… She would sleep on it.

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