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[center][h3][color=a2d39c]Miyu, [s]Traitor Angel[/s] Honorless Blade[/color][/h3][/center]

Miyu was actually somewhat of an expert at keeping her cool when she couldn't see. She could tell the creature was still following her, but didn't want to show weakness, show that she was frightened. She had managed to bluff the demonic hosts for a decent amount of time, what seemed like so many years ago. Or maybe it was? She wasn't really sure. Other than Tartys appreciating her gift, Miyu had stopped really having a reason to keep track of time after her last birthday had gone so disastrously. She'd have to check if she had a callender program or something somewhere. Maybe she'd be able to check based off of her dispatch for the second Daimyo she had exploded at Alt Signia.

She frowned, and now here she was, thinking about another one of her greatest failings as a person. At least it ultimately didn't matter that she had harmed the Angelic war effort, with how unimportant said war was. Still, it felt like cowardice, and that wasn't a fun emotion to recognize in oneself.

And finally, her fumbling fingers found the entryway to her solitary fortress, and she entered. No key or code needed, her factory was free for anyone to enter. Not that anyone other than herself ever had since she had claimed it as her own. Boy, more depressing thoughts.

Feeling her way over to the massive desk strewn with the tools and parts for a thousand minor mechanical pieces of the Daimyo mech type and associated addons such as the drop-carrier or her ill-fated speedboat shoes, Miyu plopped the Autopilot Gestalt down, having no hope of reinstalling it in a mech in her blinded state. Finding her favored spiny chair, a velvet green marked with dark splatters from heavy use, she sat down.

[color=a2d39c]"Bleh.. How do I feel like killing myself this time? Jump in the forge like usual? That's getting a bit old and if I mess up while blind I could set this place aflame. I could rip these annoying new eyes and their stupid messages out and enjoy the bleedout, but I'm not sure that'd kill me if the symbiote whatever gave me a healing factor like the fact that I have no electrical burns seems to indicate. Hmm... Guess I'll do it the old fashioned way."[/color] Miyu twirled in her spinny chair as she contemplated her method of suicide. Once she had been very afraid of death, but now it was an old friend. She was sure resurrecting would fix whatever the strange machina-demon had done to her.

She pulled out her sidearm, flicked it to burst fire, and made to shoot herself in the head. It's not like any of her "pets" would starve while she was dead, given their fusion reactors.

[@Inner Demon]