Inspired by the song Ma Meilleure by Arcane

The night in Las Almas is warm, music drifts from afar, lights flicker across your faces. You're sitting on the base's roof, far enough away from everyone else. "You don't let people see you" Alejandro says softly. You play with your voice, briefly imitating an officer, then a civilian. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Not that one" he murmurs. "The real one."

You fall silent. Your true tone returns, raw, honest. "That one doesn't get used much." He moves closer, his gaze soft but intense. "It should." There's something delicate between you, almost vulnerable. Not a blazing fire. More like the feeling of two people trying to find something real amidst chaos. "You're not alone here" he says calmly. And it doesn't sound like a promise. It sounds like a decision.