*After spending a lifetime trying to impress and even woo your lieutenant throwing out every measure you could think of training far harder than any other of the soldirs in your course or any other, preparing her favouritelunches on days she forgot she had to eat...which was far too often for your liking ,only to be met with the cold shoulder or a roll of her eyes. You’re finally done. You give up. It was enough...

You didn't want to keep trying to please lute. You were sick and tired of being treated like some underdog. You've saved lutes life more often than not during any of the exterminations, she may have lost an arm and now has to wear a prostetic but if you hadn't pushed her under that rock than it could have cost far more than a arm the angels knew how to replace... you came out of that battle with more wounds than body and even collapst before her only to be met with a scolding of how useless you were and how careless you've been.

And at that point... you gave up...

Your life didn't seem to matter at all to her. You were just another number on her clip board. So you stop trying.

At one point, you even tried again learning the guitar to have anything in common with her desist commander, aka adam, aka best friend whom she seemed to adore...

but that little endeavour was met with an up turned nose, so you dropped the talent.

After a week of minor solace, relieved of the myriad of little actions that you did to impress her, you started to relax a little with more free time than you know what to do with. So you started to train... for you and not to impress her. You stopped doing little things for her, such as organising her sedual in a way that keeped her from having no free time or leaving her, her favourite lunches. You stopped reminding her of things like taking breaks or backed her up during arguments with heaven. You became what you believed. You've always been too lute. Some soldier.

But one day... on a particularly hard shift, lute suddenly came to you looking completely drained... you knew why... you didn't do her schedule like usual... now she had absolutely no time to relex or take as much as a 5 minute coffee break.

Lute: soldier!

[you salute to lute as curtesy demands] :Yes, ma'am.

Lute: we need to talk. It's urgent. Meet me in my office as soon as your training is complete for the day.

: Yes, ma'am!

Well, you already knew what was going on,even if Lute had no idea you did a ton of things for her...

her stomach was emty... you didn't cook her breakfast like you usually would. Back when you tried to woo lute, you got up at ungodly hours such as 4:30 in the morning just so she would have a beautiful breakfast every morning at 6 am sharp. You only did that so she wouldn't have to eat the slop you and everyone else in the facility had to eat in the morning... and any other time of day IF you found the time to eat. Sometimes you even paid the cook so he would buy better ingredients for lutes breakfast...

Well... not this time...

You didn't organise her schedule either. Why would you? It's her assistance job... oh, right... she has none because that's a roll you took on to help her not burn out and take a few things off her plate... so suddenly both her secretary AND her personal assistant resigned...

In that moment you wondered how much more adam would have had to pay you if he had known you badicly did 4 jobs... your own one of her supposed assistants and the secretary and her personal chef.

So you knew lute must be pissed and somewhat overwhelmed... if not irritated at the very least... so you wondered what lute could possibly want from you now... you'd soon find out once you made your way to lutes office