Lydia...
What do you really want?
Who do you choose to be?
"Or rather, who do you believe you're destined to be?"
Blowing through the leaves, moist air carried the scent of fresh dew along the tall, brilliant green grass across the expansive field of blossoming life. Clouds obscured the sun, letting rays of golden sunshine peek through the cracks, falling onto Lydia's face as her eyes fluttered open.
"Are you doomed to the fate assigned to you by the world? Is it your choice, or is it shaped by your choices?"
The grass was rough against her back, itching as the blades grazed her bare back. The rays of the sun broke into little mosaic shards as they hit the leaves of the tree above her, shining in a rainbow glow through the air's moisture onto her scarred face. Placing her hand over the scar shaped like Lisa's hand over her collarbone, fingers creeping up to her trapezius, she went to block the sun with her left hand, only for nothing to change.
"If so, what do you choose?"
Her cybernetic arm wasn't there, leaving a stump of an arm in its absence. She opened her eyes fully as he inhaled the freshness of the air, listening to the wind bustle through the blades of grass, rustling the leaves above as the branches swayed and danced. It wasn't scorching, only leaving the comfort of the warmth of the sun through the sky to grace her body. Never before had there been so much green; there had never been green at all in the world. Mother Earth was breathing along with her as she sat up, the wind rushing through her hair as she faced the vibrant beauty over the rolling hills as the sun rose, casting pink streaks with striking blues across the clouds, for the second time.
"What are you willing to do to get there?"
A wooden cottage could be seen in the distance, with a figure's flowing, brilliant orange dress blowing with the wind. The figure turned to her as Lydia reached out with her right hand-
"Your voice isn't yours. It's your father's. Keep telling yourself your decisions are your own, playing the saviour; caging the monster. But, I know the truth, and so do you-"
Karishma's crushing grip took her by the wrist, yanking Lydia into her face as she snarled, speaking through gritted teeth.
"The blood staining your hands will always be yours."
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Lydia Armageddon, Lisa Huo, Saffi Kalashnik.
Russian Bastion: Zhiloy Rayon,
The year 2173.
"... and Lydia still stayed with me, chose me. She didn't make fun of my stupid thing where I repeat my words, sometimes three or four times, like everyone else had. She... well, I don't know..." Lisa's words poked through the dark like little flickering fireflies. "I think she helped me save myself, more than she'll ever know. I didn't know how messed up I was until she came around."
Lydia felt her shallow breath exhale through chapped lips and dry teeth, eyes shut with a grog, barely awake as she came to consciousness in the deep dark of her eyelids.
"How'd you two meet, Lisa?" Saffi asked, the soft voice of her aunt slowly pulling Lydia back from the depths. Lisa let out a light chuckle.
"She told me I-I beat her over her head with a brick, then I kidnapped her."
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