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The outlines of the still burning building started to blur for Don quixote, it was a hard won battle and now all she wanted to do was get out of this place, maybe she shouldn't have taken three high level jobs tonight but when you look in retrospect everything seems stupid. She stumbled her way through the building still heavily injured before taking too big a step and falling over. Then she hears it, like a shadows voice dancing from her headspace she hears familiar whispers from people she doesn't know and never knew in the first place.
She pushes herself off the ground and gets into a half sprint, "I just have to get back to base" echoing in her mind like a mantra, until she sees him, she still doesn't know his name or who he is but he's so familiar, like a umbrella in the rain she's seen him before, he's standing there talking to someone with blue hair and she swears she's seen this before, and he looks to her with a deep proudness in his eyes and says ,,Ah sancho your finally back from the parade." with a kindness in his eyes that pierces through her weary soul.
She doesn't know who he is or what he does and she has to get out of here, so she runs away away, unsure what else she can do, she thinks its her brain playing tricks on her, until she stumbles on him again, different outfit, same white hair and proud smile like a father whose child created the cure for cancer ,,Ah sancho there you are, how have you been?"she doesn't know what to do so she does the only thing she knows how to.
She sent a diagonal slash through him with her blood red blade, a killing blow to anyone, but it phases through him like smoke, she runs and runs until she hits something, a dresser with a mirror on the top, said mirror being shattered once she ran into it, she looks down to a piece of glass beside her and sees some how isn't her but is her, she knows that isn't her but it is her she knows it somehow.
The pain blooming from her body only now that the adrenaline is gone only served to remind her she wasn't out of the woods yet, this insanity shit has to wait, she has juniors to go home and care for, so she runs slowly losing her grip on the city and delving into memories that shouldn't be hers until a door, the back door to the hq that leads straight into the med bay, even when she's surrounded by regal architecture she still knows it's cold warmth, and so she enters through.
,,Verily my juniors I have returned post-'' her boisterous call of coming home interrupted by short heavy fits of coughing she sees blood in her hand and stumbles through the doorway only to be caught by a man with brown hair calling out to his teammate, before she's carried away to a med bay table to be bandaged up, her vision goes fuzzy, and the only thing she can really feel are the hands on her back patching up her wounds and, she's good with being taken care of after such a long day.