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Everything had settled and instead of chewing us down, the commander actually congratulated us. His worry was for naught, maybe they did do something of worth today. Such gave Hiro clarity, his chest felt as if it dropped a heavy burden and slumped shoulders grew taller, a smile shaped itself on his lip and promptly elevated his own sense of judgement over the situation. He should keep it in mind, however, eventually the stakes would be worse and everything wouldn't be as lax as it was today. There wasn't anything particular Hiro wanted to ask, and so he decided to proceed to his quarters to take a much needed shower. Stretching his neck from side-to-side in an attempt to release whatever stressed had build there over the past couple of hours. The screech of the rotor-blades eased themselves into a pause, and what was left of sunlight bathed the scenery before them. Hiro didn't hesitate for a moment before he stood and proceeded to HQ, maneuvering almost rhythmically to the showers. A moments pause, his pad began to reverberate on his wrist. He was sure Gungnir was sent to repairs, but the blaring icon demanded for his attention, a solemn stare... You see, mission were a critical factor in their lives and the lives of civilians. No matter what the circumstances are, the reality stems that there was no means of which you could ignore a direct order. Not because you didn't try, but because such a feed would be delivered to you regardless of the circumstances which surrounded you. 

There wouldn't be a choice of whether or not you could pick up, but rather if you didn't pick up, they would push the notification so that they know you'd see it. As Linker too, pushing such a message wouldn't have been too complicated at all. As they aren't only in the field for support reasons, but simultaneously, they are there too feed info to the front-liners. Meaning, any message, Hiro wouldn't be able to ignore it no matter the circumstances if HQ was persistent enough. This wasn't an order, this wasn't an emergency line. It was a call... One where he could decide the outcome of it. The blaring stopped, a sigh escaped Hiro, and slowly he brought up the image to his sights. The mail icon had a single digit upon it, eyes trained on it as if calling for his attention. A single tap, opening...

A voice message, a female on the other side. [color=0072bc][i]"Hey, it's been awhile hasn't it?"[/i][/color] 

Hiro continued to undress, the pad placed on the surface of a table near the sink. Hearing everything unfold "[color=0072bc][i]How's training going? I'm sure everything is going great, knowing you though, you're probably not making much friends."[/i][/color] A long pause, for a moment Hiro would've assumed that it was the end of it. But clearly it wasn't. The person on the other side of the line was thinking, searching for the words which would inevitably mirror her sentiments correctly. Her breathing was caught, a sigh, perhaps and inhale? He didn't seem to find it enough of a factor to consider it relevant... The shower turned on, water began to course across his head, slowly encompassing him completely. 

[color=0072bc][i]"Look, we haven't heard from you in awhile and... And we kind of just wanted to-- I know that the incident--! Damn it..."[/i][/color] There it was, the jumble of words and thoughts colliding together to perform a disgusting mend. Humanity couldn't effortlessly paint themselves so eloquently delicate, when the maelstrom in their hearts shifted the soothing tide, they couldn't possibly ever be ready for its turbulence. She didn't do anything, but... Why did it feel so treacherous? It felt as if talking to a stranger. [color=0072bc][i]"Call me when you can, Hiro. I'm sure you can at least do that right? I know you'll hear this... You always do."[/i][/color] Click---

[color=1a7b30]"I couldn't tell ya. I don't even remember who you are, honestly."[/color] Amnesia was a heavy burden, perhaps one that not much people have an understanding of. In this world, mankind's most prominent desire is to be remembered. To leave a piece of themselves behind, a trace of greatness or merely a trace of their existence... To not remember the slightest detail of them, is to surely be unable to recognize their very importance in reality. Her face, voice, mannerisms, gestures, step, laugh... All of them foreign to him. [color=1a7b30]"I'm sure the other Hiro, the old Hiro would've been very happy to hear from you. But... That guy doesn't seem to be anywhere, probably somewhere lost, trying to be found."[/color]

He continued with his shower, unburden almost by the choices, by the circumstances presented to him. Or perhaps-- [color=1a7b30]"That's what I'd like to believe, but I'm not that kind. Kindness is taught on the home, benevolence is achieved through experience after all." [/color]