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It was hard to tell why Cellica was angry. At least, to herself, it was. She didn't know if she was angry at herself, angry at her teammates, or angry at something else, like the Invaders. It was soon during her quiet, vexing walk that it was all of them.

Cellica was angry at herself. She had lost focus, and instead of focusing on the mission she had started thinking about something that she could have thought about at quite literally [i]any other time[/i]. It wasn't like she thought about her 'voice' enough already, that she spent some of her time wondering about what it was like to speak for real. The girl knew that the mission was the priority, but she still got distracted. She could blame it on her age, but she knew it really wasn't that, and that it wasn't an excuse.

She was angry at her team, too. She knew it was wrong to be, but she could not help it. She felt like she was ready to be abandoned, to be [i]replaced[/i]. The thought of someone else taking her place on the mission, taking her role in her team. If Cellica was lead back to the Osprey, she would have had to bear the wrath of the Lieutenant - alone. She still knew that the Lieutenant would be pissed at her, but at least she didn't have to bear it while having her team out on the mission. Cellica found it hard to look at her team as she walked.

And the Invaders... She hated them the most. She hated them for [i]existing[/i]. None of this would have happened, none of [i]anything[/i] would have happened. Humanity could carry on normally if they just did not exist.

[i]A larger target?[/i] Cellica thought to herself, as Fiore spoke. [i]That's what Thumper is made for.[/i]