[1]

["You need self-reflection".  That's what Setsuko had told him.  Told him after he'd just gone overboard saying things that just... had made sense in the heat of the moment.  But now...]

-Another one put in an institution...

[A much darker picture is being painted for Flit as he uses every search engine and Tikipedia knockoff to look up what all became of past X-Rounders.  Talented as they were, it was becoming a recurring trend that excessive and unwarranted aggression, violent rhetoric, and in some cases certified insanity went hand-in-hand with the ability.  A relic of humanity's "barbaric past", Grodek had called it.]

... Some of them even act how you'd think the Vagans would.

[2]

[Flit's in his workshop, looking down at a strange, excessively bubbly-shaped helmet; its design Vagan-ish in spirit.  Not surprising, since it was a spoil of the battle at Ambat.]



"Psychomet Mu-szel"...

... A helmet meant to stimulate activity in the X-Region.

[And now begins the experimental part: hooking up cables all over the contraption and hooking it up to a terminal with a makeshift AGE Device acceptance slot on it.]

... Come on.  Take as long as you need to but tell me what I want to hear...

[A helmet that could make people be like X-Rounders.  Could it be possible to reverse-engineer it... literally?]

[3] (confined to one very special friend)



[Okay, so the analysis and calculations were taking a long while.  Long enough for Flit to get restless and go into the city to stretch his legs.  It gave him some time to stop worrying about his own problems and think about other peoples', after all.  And there was one really big question on his mind as he walked along aimlessly.]

... Why, Leos.  Why?

1.[After everything that happened on the last mission, Eva is worn out. So she's sitting on a chair out in the hangar, looking up at the Tern and gathering herself. Her hands are quietly shaking.]

...


2.[Night finds you walking the halls of Alahambra base-but it's wrong. Windows are shattered, lights flicker, and there's dirt everywhere. The place is familiar but not, looking exactly like the base might if it'd been abandoned for five or ten years. Nobody else is around.

-Until a teenage girl drops out of the ceiling right in front of your face.]


Boo!

((If it's not obvious, this prompt takes place in a dream sequence. Feel free to tag both with the same characters.))
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