Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Motherly embrace

Elma was tired of it already. She has been sitting there with the two Destroyers there for at least twenty minutes while trying to stir up a conversation. The two girls refused to talk like stones would and after another few minutes Elma had enough. She was tired of the situation and did the only thing she saw as logical. She got out of there after telling the two what she was doing. They didn’t react to it but neither did the Siren care.

She went through the door and without any reaction from the two left the room. Not that she would care if they had anything to say against it. She knew that she was hidden and she was also told that they could wander the base without hindrance so she was fine anyway, Soyuz be damned. She personally didn't know why the Battleship wanted her around at all times, she basically held her by the hand while they were walking, literally.

It wasn't fleeing. She wasn’t fighting after all. She simply left the room with a huff and shut the door. Elma could care less about the two that remained inside.

Now without it Elma was breathing freely, even if she didn’t like the constricting clothes that much. She wanted to find Cleveland but without knowing the area she just wandered around. As expected she found not Cleveland or any of her quote on quote friends running around but she did find a lot of Ironblood girls. She ignored them and only said small greetings when she was noticed but she was glad that she wasn’t pulled into a larger conversation. She couldn’t stomach one now.

She decided to give up on looking for her Siren friend after she had crossed the same hallway like three times. “Looks like through luck I won’t win. Urgh. I could ask someone but nah.” Elma mumbled to herself and went out of the door. She found herself on the courtyard and park which by now was relatively empty. Remembering that Z23 mentioned lunchtime, Elma suspected that that must be where all of them should be located. A good prognosis given that she wanted time alone.

She walked into the park and looked past the trees. She liked the Ironblood base already because it bore some semblance of a Siren base. Looking around she found herself relatively at ease with being alone and she could even breathe without having to worry about anyone around her.

“God dammit, trying to keep this up is hard.” Elma groaned as she rubbed through her face. She punched a tree and left it shaking. She found it hard to keep her disguise up or generally being unable to be herself but she kept it going for the mission. Cleveland trusted her and she didn’t want to break that trust.

“Hmm. I hate to admit this as well.” Elma mumbled further as she pulled out her arm out of the tree she nearly punched through and looked around. “They sure have a better aesthetic semblance than any Siren facility I have ever seen. That I give them.” She groaned. “That’s what happens when you value the effectiveness of comfort.” She wasn’t against her culture and the people of it but they had a bad taste in aesthetics when she had to name a single negative point. Not that she wanted to admit any other even existed that is. 

“But hey. Guess we didn’t need it anyway when we were always doing our jobs.” Elma speculated and thought back. She didn’t want to admit that her life was boring, even though it was, but she would do all to return back to that time and be with her family. Some aspects she would still hate, like some of her higher ups, but she can’t press enough how important to her that time was.

“We had it so good and it all broke apart.” Elma mumbled and let her ears hang low. She was very sad for her lost time and friends. She couldn’t even bury them but as she didn’t find corpses there might have been a slim chance of them being alive. She told herself that to keep going even back in the base she was caved in but so far she had found nothing and had generally given up hope of ever finding anything yet it keeps her going. All she still had of her past were some audio records she shared with her sisters and a full photo album with pictures she likes to look at. A collection of good memories so to say.