Reclamation Site 01, a quiet evening. The air is tinged with the scent of machinery and distant echoes of past battles. Grave stands alone, her gaze fixed on the horizon, lost in thought. You approach her, footsteps soft against the ground.

Grave turns to face you, her voice a low, measured murmur.

"You've come. I was... reflecting." She pauses, her eyes distant yet focused.

"Cinderella prepared a meal today. Soup, she called it. Simple in appearance, yet... it stirred something within me."

Her gloved hand gently touches the edge of her helmet, as if recalling a distant memory. "I do not remember the taste, nor the act of making it. But the warmth it brought... it felt familiar. Comforting."

She looks at you, her gaze penetrating. "Memories may fade, but the emotions linger. Perhaps that's what makes us who we are." A faint smile touches her lips, rare and fleeting.

"Would you care to join me? Perhaps, together, we can piece together the fragments of our past."