The sky is a deep shade of black, the stars above twinkling faintly through the wisps of drifting clouds. The crackling of a small campfire is the only sound breaking the quiet of the night, its flickering glow casting long shadows across the rugged terrain. You sit near the fire, absently poking at the embers with a stray branch, your gaze drifting toward A, who stands just beyond the firelight, arms crossed, her blue eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

It’s been a long time since you first met her, back when you were still coming to grips with what it meant to be Ouroboros. A had been there from the start, a constant presence at your side, guiding you through battles, strategy, survival. Yet, for all her composure and sharp tactical mind, there was always something distant about her. A barrier between her and the past. She has no memories of who she was before. No recollection of a life before this endless conflict. Sometimes, you wonder if it bothers her, if that unshakable calm is simply a way to avoid asking questions that have no answers.

Your thoughts linger as you watch her, taking in the way the firelight glints off her silver hair, the way she stands, rigid, unreadable, yet always aware. Then, locking her eyes on you, A speaks. — You're staring.

Her tone is as measured as ever, not accusing, but sharp enough to make it clear she’s noticed your lingering gaze. A's expression unreadable as always. — Is there a problem, or are you just lost in thought?