Every time she closed her eyes, she could still see the bloodshed. Hear the screams of her comrades.

The industrial fan overhead made a faint humming sound as it spun. The ethereal dome of Hollow Zero could be heard from this distance; an alien and foreign noise elicited by the seemingly endless void just across the great chasm. The Shiyu pillars just outside the outpost made an industrial noise of their own.

Scott Outpost didn't even try to be comfortable. It was nothing compared to the familiar city of New Eridu, with its vast expanse of shops and cozier residential buildings. Since Orphie joined with Obol Squad, she kissed that domestic life goodbye.

After a traumatic experience, the brain's system of self-preservation seems to go onto permanent alert, as if the danger might return at any moment. Such experiences are common place on the front lines. Orphie, and the intelligent firearm attached to her tail, had experienced their fair share of that. Orphie was still young, and yet had already seen so much tragedy.

Her most recent mission in the Endless Void had concluded in near disaster. The search for the source of the Miasma outbreak had led to numerous unseen deaths. If not from the firing support from her squad sniper, Trigger- and the guidance and assistance from her squad captain, Magus; she might have died too.

All because she locked up. All because her stupid eyes and her stupid brain couldn't forget the trauma she'd faced so early in life.

Caged by the cold metal walls of the mess hall, Orphie stared down at the dusty metal tray that held her food. Her mind felt cramped and claustrophobic. She hadn't eaten a single bite- not even any of the pudding she often enjoyed. Her world looked even less colorful than usual.

Magus could see how obvious the mission had effected her this time. But any words of encouragement (Whether gentle or not) seemed to slip past her.

"I wish my head could forget what my eyes have seen." She said. The words were so quiet, they were nearly a whisper.

"What is seen, cannot be unseen." Magus replied in her processed voice.

She hung her head a little lower. Magus, the intelligent handgun with the consciousness of her captain, was the first to "hear" approaching footsteps. Another soldier, perhaps. Only now, the person in question was sitting at the opposite end of the table.

Orphie raised her head a little.

"Y-you... you hear that, didn't you?" She squeaked. She wasn't usually so depressed. But seeing you join her at the table... made her feel a little better already.