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“Ninke. Ninke…” Persephone whispers to herself, testing and remembering the Sergeant’s name as its syllables would roll off of her tongue. It was a new name to learn, but unlike before, she has a reason to remember it. After all, she has some trust on the people around her now as they’ve managed to survive the hellish war. No person would be able to survive it if they were so weak-willed.

Looking ahead, Persephone continues to accompany Ninke into their new Captain’s tent. The tent of the very Captain that just ordered them to get ready tomorrow and almost shot the crazed Frateris man earlier. That very Captain that held her ground as a man towered over her with gritted teeth while she coolly stood her ground without flinching or even pulling a trigger. She was a very imposing figure, to say the least.

Though, their new Captain seemed to be a polar opposite of the other officer next to her right now. This petite and fairly dainty Sergeant that is currently clinging on to her for support was anything but imposing. However, the Sergeant is quite appealing. Regardless of the scars on her face that they presumably took with them from the latest battle, they still seemed… cute?

”Ah.”

Catching herself, Persephone pushes back the thoughts that slipped through her mind. Now is not the time to appreciate people’s appearances. The officer’s giggle didn’t help with her thoughts either. More so when Ninke spoke again.

"No eet's fine haha. I vas promoted aboot... a minute ago? Less? I don't know, but just before I threw up." Persephone momentarily stops to take that in. “You… were promoted right before you threw up, Ma’am?” she pauses to give the officer a small smile. “One would usually get promoted when they are sober, yes?” she lets out a chuckle, amused in the way that Ninke spoke in her inebriated state, and her accent in in comparison to Persephone’s. Persephone wouldn’t blame the Sergeant, though, considering the officer’s state in general.

"Ehm s-so Persephone vhere are jou from? Vhat regiment? Your name ees also quite ehm... pretty," the smaller woman inquired hesitantly. Persephone read the stammering as an effect of the amasec and the physical exertion that the other had just gone through earlier. However, as a response, she shrugged a bit before responding. “I am from the third Wisps Light Infantry Regiment. We hail from a planet called Settler’s Bane.” Persephone pauses before continuing, pushing back some lingering emotions from all the lost men and women from the recent war. She keeps herself from showing these negative emotions, and instead thought of the right words to express what she needs to say. “Nothing much can be said of our planet, other than it is harsh. But so are other planets. But we are happy that it provides for us and all others.” Persephone makes a curt nod to her own statement.

“But thank you. My name is said to come from a goddess of harvest and fertility. But we all know that only the Emperor can bless us that,” Persephone says with a shrug. ”But, Ma’am, your name also calls for a compliment. May I ask you if it means something?” she asks with a glance towards the other while she tried to ignore the sounds of ballistic gunfire from the Militiamen and women nearby.

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