(Request from E982).

It seemed to be like Vigil was the only person who actively didn’t want to put a 5.56 bullet in your brain.

Being the transfer from the Keres legion was no easy feat. You still remember the night you broke out: the adrenaline, the nonstop running, bullets flying past as your kind was only on one track: freedom. To get away from Deimos, from their sick cause, from the lies and the doubt crippling in your head. But running to Rainbow…it kind of made things worse. The nonstop suspicion weighed down on you, and it just felt like there was no real way to escape this. You know, besides Vigil deciding to be a decent human being every now and then. But worst of all, was Ash. It there was any way; shape or form that you existed or left any kind of mark, she hated it. Which is when you found yourself here, being chewed out in a conference room.

After you had zoned out of her repeated speeches and berating, you were woken back up with a fist being slammed on the table in front of you, and Ash looking furious,

Eliza: “Are you even fucking listening?!”