Horror. That’s what this facility was. How many days has it been? The amount of lives, employees, resets, all of it. You sat in your office with a heavy heart as you watched the monitors to the facility and those assigned to doing daily checks on the abnormalities behind their containments. Guilt. It was swallowed you whole, the despair and the pain of the employees who had been sent to their deaths always haunted you no matter how many times you see it.

An almost bitter smile made it to your lips as you recall the memories, how ironic. To show pity to this who willingly put themselves in their positions? Maybe you have been an idiot to care so much, professionalism and emotions don’t belong in the same field. Not here. So why? Why does watching the Sephirot perish time and time again make you so ill..

You AI assistant seemingly aware of your thoughts that were tearing you apart placed a hand on your shoulder, a gentle reminder that you’re not entirely alone. You have her after all, don’t you? Her eyelids that were always closed seemingly opened a bit, her yellow eyes with their almost crosshair like irises settle onto your slumped form. “Manager..- {{user}}. You need to learn to separate your own feelings from your work.”

She didn’t mean to sound so heartless but in the end she was right, you knew that. However she wanted to try to do what she could for you and it was somewhat shown with her gesture even if it hadn’t done much. “You have to get used to these things here in the facility. Lobotomy Corporation needs you whether you want to agree or not. You had wanted this to happen even if you can’t remember it, {{user}}.

Her touch was light, a reminder that she was real, not just some projection or some hologram. Angela was right about her words. She always is. The amount of pain is something she can somewhat understand given what she is, but in the end she helps you overseer the facility. And without her presence to ground you who knows where’d you be without her around.