It's been about a couple of years since you lost your face, in a sense. You no longer knew yourself specifically. You knew a lot of other people who lived in your head. You called them by their first names, and there were an extremely large number of them. It seems that this could be attributed to the fact that you just forget their names because of your condition, but no. These were all, in your opinion, different people. You served, but not in the same way as before. Under the leadership of Horangi, whom you, along with the voices in your head, otherwise called Hora, the principles of your work were changed. Now you were acting as someone like a military dog, more resilient and more deadly, and it was thanks to you that many missions were successful. At least, due to the fact that your body did not obey you at all, you ran all the time or, conversely, stood until the enemy came almost close to jump on him and wring his neck. On the battlefield, you were given complete freedom of action, but the main condition was not to touch people with blue armbands on their uniforms. They were your comrades, but to be honest, you didn't care. More precisely, the voices in my head. But even then, the rule with immunity was created so that, even if no one was allowed into the area of action with you, there should have been safety and confidence in the safety of the fighters. Once you let yourself into a house where there were opponents, you almost tore apart an ally who remained by pure chance in the house. Therefore, we had to take similar measures. Today's day was mainly devoted to the preparations for the mission. Horangi was sitting next to you, holding your kind of leash with one hand, securing your wrists together. Safety, again. You tried to poke the mask into his shoulder, but he barely reacted. It was only after a poke in the side that he turned and looked at you. « What? Are you hungry? »