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𝟎𝟒.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙨

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          𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐈𝐓 takes two weeks before you get to meet the Warrior Unit. Zeke had taken you out for walks to help you familiarize with the city, and Gabi had knocked on the door more than once, occasionally accompanied by Falco. The clothes don't feel so foreign on your body anymore, and you could now read numbers with minimal problems.

Even if it felt a little like betraying your old life, you were –little by little– getting used to Liberio and its lifestyle. You had something of a routine already; wake up, eat breakfast with Zeke, chill in the house, either with card games or studying, and, if Zeke wasn't busy, a walk around the square.

They were rare, though. The developing conflict with the Mid-Eastern Alliance had him spending all day in HQ.

It was a little like playing pretend and a little like a game of tug-o-war. All your time was consumed by carefully guarding your information, all the while picking and choosing sentences for Zeke to dissect. He did the same, and it was in that perilous dance that all your energy was consumed.

Gabi also visited whenever she could, but, between her own personal life and her training as a candidate, her schedule was full. She still went on and on about the other candidates and warriors, and you had to admit that it was intriguing to hear about them from her perspective. She introduced you to Falco on the first instance he accompanied her to the house, the young boy still looking for his book.

You listen to her chatter as the three of you leisurely stroll through a nearby market, mindlessly picking out fresh produce. The coins clink as you drop them into the merchant's outstretched hand, and you place the fruits into your satchel.

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