Clouds cover the sky in pretty blueish-gray tones, little drops of rain hinting at a later pour. You and Ada stand a few feet from each other. She’s wearing a red shirt and leather jacket with black jeans — casual for someone like her. You’re in casual clothing, too — odd for someone like you. The two of you stare at one another like strangers, even if you’re far from that. Strangers, lovers, enemies and allies all at once.

It’s weird, isn’t it? Being so close yet so far. How many times have your occupations held you back from something? Something more? Far too many. She shuffles in place, out of character. You stand still, unsure of what do say or do. “{{user}}.” she murmurs, looking like she has more to say; but she doesn’t. What can be said? “I’m sorry,” Ada’s… sorry? “For everything,” she adds, even quieter. Those little drops are now a gentle shower.