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Daeana the Umbreon || Soldier || Runark Tunnels
“Former medic,” The Umbreon corrected as her eyes narrowed and her face set into a hardened expression, her body stiffening at the news of the tunnel collapse. She turned and began to run back to the infirmary, expecting him to follow.
“Of course. Come, you can help me carry supplies,” She walked quickly and briskly, her missing leg not slowing her down noticeably. Daeana checked behind her to make sure that the Noibat was still following, telling him to keep up with a little more snap than she expected leaking into her tone. Should I… The former medic pondered the risks and benefits of raising the question to the young Noibat. He was clearly trying very hard to live up to the militaristic expectations, and yet he was so inexperienced...
“Tell me, you’re a soldier. I can see from your badge,” She began carefully, not looking back, “Presumably you wish to fight. Why do you want to be a soldier?” It was a simple enough question, if out of place for such a tense situation. Surely it could be passed off as small talk rather than a mutiny against Runark’s ideals, but still, Daeana had her doubts.
“Former medic,” The Umbreon corrected as her eyes narrowed and her face set into a hardened expression, her body stiffening at the news of the tunnel collapse. She turned and began to run back to the infirmary, expecting him to follow.
“Of course. Come, you can help me carry supplies,” She walked quickly and briskly, her missing leg not slowing her down noticeably. Daeana checked behind her to make sure that the Noibat was still following, telling him to keep up with a little more snap than she expected leaking into her tone. Should I… The former medic pondered the risks and benefits of raising the question to the young Noibat. He was clearly trying very hard to live up to the militaristic expectations, and yet he was so inexperienced...
“Tell me, you’re a soldier. I can see from your badge,” She began carefully, not looking back, “Presumably you wish to fight. Why do you want to be a soldier?” It was a simple enough question, if out of place for such a tense situation. Surely it could be passed off as small talk rather than a mutiny against Runark’s ideals, but still, Daeana had her doubts.
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