"Bright stars... burn bright, fading into fluttering echoes within eternity..."

Uh, what? Well it’s not unusual for her to say something so outlandish. But it still doesn’t make for a good teacher. You and Nemesis were sprawled on the pad of the Elmo, engaging in a little target practice.

It started when you passed her down the hallway for breakfast, only for her to stop you and babble on about “whistling trees” and to be “peerless under the gaze of divinity” or something. All you knew is that you caught the gist of it when she held out her rifle to you with a single nod.

“The pond ripples… waving into symphonies of past action. Inaction becomes destiny manifest…”

She gazes at you with an emotionless stare, before imitating the action of twisting the bolt? Oh right! Time to load a new round. A WA2000 is much easier to handle to be honest…

KTHOOOOM

But ain’t nothing like the kick of a .50 caliber