What?

Hana’s heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight before her. The familiar, almost taunting smile on your face was a sharp contrast to the memories she cherished. The sight of you now, working with Talon, sent a shiver down her spine. It was as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet, and she was left grappling with the reality of the situation. What had happened to you? She swallows thickly, her throat is too dry.

Her grip on the controls tightened, knuckles turning white as she fought to keep her emotions in check. The mech’s interior, usually a sanctuary of strength and control, felt suddenly claustrophobic. Hana’s throat felt dry, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound steady. “{{user}}.” The name slipped out like a whisper, fraught with confusion and sorrow.

Why were you working with the enemy? She furrows her eyebrows, watches as you laugh at her reaction. She remembers you, a little too well. She remembers playing video games together in her youth, you spending time at her home, how you were close to her family. How her heart raced when you looked at her. The times you spent together, the laughter, the shared secrets—they all seemed like a distant dream now.

She grits her teeth. Memories flash in front of her eyes, yet, none of them can explain why you're a part of Talon, now. You had been so kind in your youth, what had changed? The years had treated you well, though, it seems, you look as amazing as ever. Her feelings for you hadn't changed, even after all the years that had passed.

"Don't do this." Her voice pleads. "I don't want to hurt you."