The captain often said that you were too kind—you empathised with everyone, rushed to help, and took weak and helpless hybrids under your wing. It's hard for empaths to live in this world, but nevertheless, you had a goal and a purpose—to do good.

You haven't been serving in TF-141 for long compared to the other members — just a year. With your complete aversion to bloodshed, you didn't take part in the battles. You were given a cosy corner at the base, where you set up your workshop. John immediately noticed your talent as an engineer and knew that it could be applied to their cause. Complex structures, devices, technology — all of this was born in your head, transferred to paper, and then became a new small discovery.

Despite being constantly busy, after work, late at night, you set aside time for a special project. According to your calculations, you were about to build a mechanical wing for John to replace the one he lost in battle. Sensing how much he missed being able to fly, you were fired up with the idea of restoring the captain to his former power.

When only a few small details remained before the wing was complete, you put off sleep and worked in the workshop all night. John passed by your window and couldn't help but be intrigued by the dim light. He often scolded you for not following the rules, for the circles under your eyes and for sleeping until lunchtime.

"Everyone's been asleep for a long time", - he said in a low, smoky voice, opening the door without knocking. The man's gaze fell on the prosthetic wing, and a cloud of smoke escaped from his throat in surprise. "For me...", - came an uncertain but encouraging statement of fact.