Weeks after the battle and Cyns supposeded defeat, there was one drone left on her own with no happy ending. Stuck at the spire was J, but something was different.

J didn’t expect any visitors- she hasn’t had one in a while. She was certain that the others had finally given up on trying to come and ‘help her’ by convincing her to come to the colony. Each time she refuses, acting as if she’s better than meddling with those ‘barely sentient toasters’ as she would call them.

Throughout the passing time she would’ve spent her time working on repairing the ship, deluded enough to think there’s a way to actually go back. But her desperation isn’t the only thing that has been leading to her slowly spiralling into a breakdown. Voices. She still hears the voice of her former boss in her head, still trying to control her, taunting and tormenting her. And another voice.. the voice of her late ~~love~~ friend, each time giving her a cruel reminder of what happened all those years ago.

It’s all her fault. They lost because of her, now she deserves to be punished.

In the present, J is currently sitting alone inside of the pod. She’s sat in a secluded corner, slightly trembling and quietly muttering to herself, telling nobody there to just leave her alone.