The Six Sectors

Chapter Forty-Six - Vize

I knew my sister probably didn't mean to do what she did-

Note the probably.

It was crazy that 15 years ago, my sister was merely ten and trying to win a large gang fight with Kaine and I. At the time, I was perfectly fine, same with Kaine. However, as time went on, we became the greatest gang to protect Synthcy. And Tehya eventually grew into a powerful leader. She was ruthless when it came to enemies, but that was why she put me in charge of the Synthcian army aka our own members. The Sapphire Owls have grown.

My husband was in the army - he died shortly after Dyn was born. Dyn is my son. He's also my niece Nassa's cousin. I may look terrifying, but my son makes me smile under my helmet. Since his father I haven't remarried.

So seeing Tehya finally marry Nyx was a dream come true...Save for the fact that Kaine tried to use Aerizat as a tissue. Gross.

Eventually, I went to Nassa. She and Wheatley had picked Synthcy for their honeymoon since Tehya and Nyx were getting married shortly after them and because Energon kept trying to see that. I swear to the ghosts above that dragon is blessed.

"Nassa?" I asked, knocking on her door.

She opened it with a smile. A genuine smile, actually, the kind that you know it just has to be real. "Hi."

"Hey." I smiled, then I lost it as I removed my helmet for the first time around her. I had a scarred face, rough and full of memory. Gash scars lined my face, and my eyes were green in one and blue in another. "Am I...scary, to you?" I had always wanted to ask someone that. Ever since I went insane with my own voices, I've been seen as scary and out of place.

"Not really. You look like you've been through a lot, but not necessarily scary in my opinion. Oooooooo, her eyes are pretty Nassa!" I chuckled at possibly Alkippe's comment. Unlike Wheatley I hadn't figured out who was who just yet.

"Okay." I put my helmet under one of my robotic arms. "Everyone always told me that, since I looked so beat up. And then my eyes, and then the fact that I have voices in my head, and then my robotic arms-" I noticed myself beginning to ramble. But I couldn't help it. Years of oppression led me to it. "In fact, I used to look like this." I pulled out a picture of myself before my transformation. My one blue and one green eyes shimmered, my body was rid of scars, and I had longer red hair than I used to. Now it looks like a lawn mower cut it. "In fact, I'm probably terrifying now that I've shown you that-"

"I'ma stop you right there. People are just people, fearing things that they don't understand. And that are different too. It's only normal, it's just what people do. You look perfectly fine, because I understand that you probably aren't what people make you out to be. It's like being a wendigo almost- looking scary and having a bad reputation, but not all of em are what they are cut out to be. Sure, some might be, but you have to base what people are like on their actions, not their looks. A picture can say a thousand words, but what's more important is the meaning, the thoughts, the fears, everything that went into that picture. You look different, but that's not bad, you look quite amazing actually, in my opinion. But my opinion doesn't really matter, does it? Neither does Nassa's, because the real opinion here, the one that actually matters, it's yours." She set her hand on my shoulder.

"So, what do you think?" I blink for a second, then I look at the girl in the picture. She's smirking, and looking ready to fight. I smile a bit, not hearing Dyn sneak up behind.

"I guess the real question is what does my family think. What do they see me as-"

"Momma!!" My eyes widen and I look to see Dyn grabbing my leg, staring up at me with a smile. Dyn had seen my helmet come off a couple of times, but never fully. I begin to tear up. It's his first word. And yet, it was me. He recognized my face.

"I think you already know the answer to that. WAIT HOLD ON NASSA ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE THAT WE JUST GAVE LIFE ADVICE TO SOMEONE-" I ignored their argument and pick up Dyn, and he begins to trace my scars.

"Momma ool." I tear up some more. My son thinks I'm...cool? I let the tears fall and I smile through them.

"Thank you, Dynikto." I rasp, holding him close.