Her mind wandered to Wolframite and she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. He wouldn’t go to the senshi. He wouldn’t want to be purified. He wouldn’t…allow them to poison his mind once again.
The General was walking idly through the park, a drink in her hand, and her eyes on the stars. It seemed like every time she made her way out of her office, the outside world seemed more and more foreign to her…and that wasn’t…really a good feeling. She was more than a hermit now. Cavansite was all but a shut in.
With a sigh, she took another sip of her drink, slumping onto the bench of a picnic table, her mind blank and tired, eyes closed. The breeze was delightful, and the feeling of an order side aura didn’t bother her in the slightest.
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