All Out of Gum

[an_emulated_mind]

Gwen's arranged an announcement or sort of party in the Sakihama hangar, advertised on bulletin boards around the bases. She's even gone so far as to set out a small tray of sweets in front of the object of the celebration: a brand-new, upscaled version of Nemain. Though this one isn't exploded, or on the bottom of the pacific ocean.

"Good news everyone! Thanks to Doomstar's cooperation, many embarrassing apologies and more than a little bribery, I'm proud to present to you...Medb!"

Gwen gestures to the 15 meter mecha behind her, in all its edgy black glory.

"It's made from Doomstar's mecha, so that won't be gathering dust anymore. With it, I'll be able to take part in the battles from here on and kick some ass!"

Comments

[an_emulated_mind]

Well...I'm kind of glad to hear that, actually.

You wouldn't be worrying if you didn't care about me, right?

[stupidhonor]

Of course - of course I do!

I mean, why would I not?

[an_emulated_mind]

Aah, don't worry about it. Just some silly concerns of mine that turned out to be nothing.

[stupidhonor]

Everyone has concerns. They are not silly...

[Sielje does not push the point further.]

Be careful, alright? I will not tell you not to fight. But do it without recklessness. Try to return safely. Can you promise me that?

[an_emulated_mind]

That...that I can promise.

[A surprise hug from your robot friend-one that she lets go before Sielje can reciprocate.]

I'm told dying's painful, after all.

[stupidhonor]

Ah.

[No worries about that, she's too surprised to react quickly anyway.]

Y, yes, let us try to avoid that as much as possible.