My memory has failed me. My past haunts me. My decisions bite back at me with ferociousness not even a tiger would be able to achieve.
I don't know how much I've lost just doing it... But I know for a fact, that if I just sat there and didn't do any...
A bustling part of the inner infrastructure of The Ark, generally defined to be for the wealthier populace
''Y-Yes. T-T-That will be all.'' A male voice spoke. ''Thank you.''
They disconnected the call, releasing a deep, yet stressed sigh.
Inside what seemed to be an office, he was sat at this desk.
A man with peculiar hair, a defining mustache, and a rather overweight build.
Donning the military uniform given to commanders, wearing multiple badges of honour and achievements.
This was none other than the Deputy Commander In Chief, Burningum.
Stressed out of his mind having to perform such an outlandish operation. Yet, something within tells him to push forward.
''I-I'm so sorry...'' He would whisper quietly, leaning over his desk.
''Commander Burningum?''
The man's eyes widened at the sudden break of silence, quickly looking over his shoulder to affirm who sent out those words.
His worries were then quickly swayed away upon realizing who it was.
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''P-Papillon...'' Burningum said anxiously. ''Please do not sneak up on me like that. At least not at times like this.''
''My deepest apologies, Sir.'' The woman, now known as Papillon, would perform a light bow. A gesture commonly used for apologizing.
Her colorful hair swayed from over her shoulders, down to cover her face.
''I assume it is not going great?'' As Papillon raised her head back up, she approached the commander and leaned over his shoulder.
''N-No... Not at all...'' Burningum admits, shamefully. ''N-Not with the mission itself, b-but with... Well...''
''...?'' Papillon raises an eyebrow, eyeing the Deputy Chief.
But then, something clicks. It's like she had just had her eureka moment.
Papillon laughs, covering her mouth with one of her hands so as to not overwhelm herself. ''Ha! I've got it, you do not need to worry.''
''Uh... You do?''
''Of course, how could I not? It's about Yulha, isn't it?'' Papillon inquires. ''Honestly, it wouldn't surprise if she got drunk in the middle of the mission.''
''That woman is always running off somewhere, getting hammered until she cannot walk.'' The woman continues to list. ''Really, I'm surprised you chose Triangle for this operation. Perilous Siege would be quite a better pick.''
