[color=8493ca]"No."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Please?"[/color]

[color=8493ca]"How many times are you going to ask?"[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Until you say 'yes.' "[/color]

[color=8493ca]"I'm not going to."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"You're so infuriating, sometimes! Whenever you have time off, all you do is sit in here and stare at it!"[/color]

Resting over Hadron-12's hand was a swirling ball of void light, which was the center of his attention as he sat at his desk. Surrounding him were drab walls, a single window that let diminutive amounts of light into the cramped bedchamber, and a crate. A bedchamber only by name. If he didn't need to eat, or sleep, and never had company, what was the point of a bed or other furnishes? This was the exo's mentality as he pivoted his hand away from his face, revealing to him his Ghost. [color=8493ca]"I'm studying it,"[/color] he retorted matter-of-factly. The rosy glow from the Ghost angered to a deep bloody aura as he stated this, and its shell shook with a crestfallen slump as the glow dwindled. [color=f6989d]"Fine, fine. We'll do nothing other than work, all the time. All right?"[/color] It asked with a mixture of sarcasm and defeat, to which no response was elicited.

After several long moments of silence, the glow of the Ghost renewed, as it looked off to the side. The shell expanded and flew away, creating the spherical formation used when transmitting radio signals. [color=f6989d]"Speaking of work,"[/color] it began. [color=f6989d]"I'm getting a message, from the Vanguard."[/color] The Ghost's body returned to normal as it turned back to the guardian, who clasped his hand closed, dispersing the amethyst pocket of energy. [color=f6989d]"We're to report to the Commander. Well, at least it's something to do, other than sit in here!"[/color] It resolved its news with relief as Hadron rose to his feet, and nodded in playful agreement as they made their way to the Tower.