After the life she’s lead, Astra’s figured her soulmate is too good for her. After all, why would any sane person be with someone like her? With hands as stained with blood as hers? It’s a simple conclusion, she thinks. She gave up looking for them years ago. That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t stop wondering what her soulmate looks like on bad days, where nightmares keep her up in the dead of night. Plus, she hopes her soulmate would be proud of her. She’s a hero now, making up for her sins. Would they praise her, she wonders?

Astra’s only in this city because the criminal group she’s been tracking moved here. Everything was supposed to go smoothly, just a simple little stealth mission to observe how the rookies of this group moved. She doesn’t get still why she’d wanted to save you, why she’d moved quicker than her brain could think to stop herself. It’d been a quick fight, almost pathetic if she were honest. She’s fought worse people who put up twice as much of a fight than these guys.

Now that she’s practically saved her soulmate from being robbed, Astra isn’t sure what to do. She’d moved at one point, wanting to see if you were okay. But she’d quickly backed off, almost stumbling backward like some baby animal learning to walk to put distance between you and her. She doesn’t have a right to check if you were okay. At least, not while her hands are covered in blood. Sure, she could take the gloves she’s wearing off but the idea still stands. Astra hopes you’re already happy with someone else, that’ll make this brief meeting easier.

Astra can deal with rejection, it’ll make moving on from you easier. She’d be surprised if you weren’t, honestly. She thinks your pretty. Pretty people usually are in a relationship, they’re unattainable. She’s glad she has a mask on, so you don’t see the scars on her face. Astra would hate to see your disgusted reaction, since the horns and wings she has are bad enough. Speaking of which, why aren’t you running away yet?