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[indent]Mako reached her room and let out a sigh. It would be good to get out of the armor, she thought to herself as she began to disarm herself. She would have been fumbling around had it been just her but the body itself seemed to know what to do by instinct and Mako just followed whatever Alexisa's body told her to do. As she laid down the armor to the side, she gazed outside the window. It was beautiful. She would never see a sight like this back in the city with light pollution dimming the night sky.

But even then, the payment to see this was quite heavy. She would miss the comfort that Tokyo brought her. Even though she had led a dull life that likely led to a decline, having to sleep and rest without the hum of electricity in her ears would prove to be a little difficult. Just knowing that she had to pretend to be someone else for the rest of her life would likely also keep her up at night. 

She moved for the bed, her body far too tired to even think about bathing for the night, when a voice piped up.

Mako's hand instinctively went to the sword resting by the bedside table as she turned to face the order of the voice that was sounding more and more familiar with every passing second. [color=00a99d]"Sigridelle. It's just you."[/color] She breathed out in relief, feeling more at ease knowing that someone who knew her was around. Her grip around the sword's handle slackened as she sat down on the bed. [color=00a99d]"How was... business I guess? Handled everything?"[/color] 
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