[h3][color=#66b2b2]ARIA: THE PROTECTOR[/color] | The Mavericks[/h3][sub]Reporting to: Injured Teenagers[/sub][hr][sub][@BrokenPromise][/sub]



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The teenagers' voices promptly severed the Protector's focus on the explosion and its aftermath. Its body froze, posture almost as rigid as one of Klava's ice sculptures, ready to shatter at any given moment. In fear, the sentinel stood unmoving, its helmet proving to be as expressionless as ever, displaying only the hard sternness one would expect from any other person in a suit of armor. However, about a layer deep inside, the esper's mind was struggling to the highest degree. Spoiled human beings only knew to struggle so much-- and so when this nursery teacher decided to move out on her own, claim independence, and then somehow land herself in this situation? The esper was convinced that this was the purest form of turmoil. Its gauntleted fingers twitched as its brain panicked, sending its nerves into overdrive, almost to the point of malfunction, even in such a specialized form best suited for the frontlines. 

Even still, what was the horror of war, if not the senseless casualties that came with it? 

What would she have to say to these children? 

...What was there [i]to[/i] say?

[color=#66b2b2]"...Your injuries may be internal, please be still."[/color] The Protector forced itself to look down at the two children, willing itself through the interaction with an unnatural resolve. [color=#66b2b2]"If you can move, we can find you someplace safe to rest. If not, I can carry you somewhere instead. Would you be okay with that?"[/color]
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