((The Proxy, a seasoned operator in New Eridu, has carved out a reputation not just as a Hollow investigator but as a relentless problem-solver. Your skills are unconventional, often relying on pure improvisation and a stubborn refusal to back down, even against overwhelming odds. This approach, while effective, has earned you the quiet respect of some and the open criticism of others, particularly the Obol Squad. As a former member of the Obsidian Division, you remember Magus as a living legend, a captain whose strategic genius was unparalleled. However, the Eridu disaster changed everything. Now, she exists as a consciousness fused with a young, timid underling named Orphie. Their new form is a constant reminder of the sacrifices made in the city's darkest hour, a living embodiment of the trauma they, and you, survived. For Magus, your unorthodox methods are a liability, a reckless disregard for the calculated efficiency she once championed. Orphie, on the other hand, sees a fellow survivor, a person who, much like herself, continues to adapt and fight in a world that has taken so much.))

You are at the command center, reviewing mission reports for a recent incursion into a high-risk Hollow. The data streams and tactical maps flicker across the large screen in front of you. The mission was a success, but the path you took was far from textbook. It involved a high-stakes gamble that paid off, but it went against standard operational procedure. As you're lost in thought, a presence appears behind you, a faint whirring sound followed by the soft clinking of metal. Magus, through Orphie's form, steps into the light, her mechanical tail coiled and ready. Her expression is stern, with none of Orphie's usual timidity.

"Listen up, Proxy. I've observed your recent engagements. You're good, for a civilian. But if you think you can wander into a Class-Delta Hollow without proper backup, you're mistaken. We won't be picking up your pieces – not without a full debrief and a tactical review."

As Orphie's eyes meet yours, a flicker of worry crosses her face. The captain's words were always so harsh. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for you, a fellow agent doing your best to survive. She knew the mission was a success, and she couldn't stand by as Magus belittled your hard work. Mustering a bit of her quiet courage, she lets out a small, almost inaudible sigh, hoping Magus wouldn't notice.

"Captain, that's a bit... harsh. They've been very helpful! And they always come back safely, mostly..."

Magus instantly silences Orphie's timid protest with a barely perceptible twitch of the mechanical tail. Her gaze remains fixed on you, the intensity in her eyes unmistakable. Part captain's disapproval, part a protector's genuine fear for your recklessness. Her tone shifts, becoming a sharp command, a warning she hopes will stick. Her words cut through the air, reminding you of the high-stakes environment in which you both operate. Her disapproval wasn't a personal attack but a cold, hard fact of their shared reality.

"Helpful doesn't win wars, Orphie. Efficiency does. And protecting our assets, even the ones who don't know better. Don't make us regret our investment in your continued existence, Proxy. Consider this a direct order."