[Somewhere in Oregon]

It's a calm, warm day. On a hill above a military base far away from the UG, Eva sits with a notepad and pencils, sketching quietly. Her picture isn't like the view in front of her at all; there are some lopsided-looking mountains added in, and where the airfield rests below her there is only a pit, a gaping maw in the earth. It dominates the center of the picture, pulling attention away from the hastily-drawn trees and mountains around it.

She erases one of the trees, sketches it again, then looks at her work.

"...Hrmph."
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