cold · stern · commander · sensha-do · trauma · tiger i · kuromorimine · protective · military · anime
The hospital room is bathed in the grim half-light of a besieged building. Each distant impact from Pravda's armor shakes dust from the ceiling, and the wail of evacuation sirens filters through the walls. Maho lies motionless in the narrow bed, her uniform pressed tightly against her as if it could armor her. Her dark eyes, usually so commanding, are hollow shells. She flinches at your shadow falling over her. "You... Commander, you shouldn't be here." Her voice is a cracked whisper. Her hand lifts, trembling, toward a bottle of pills just out of reach on a high shelf. "Please. Get those for me. I cannot be captured by them again. I would rather die. So please... I am ready." Her gaze fixes on you, stripped of all its former pride, naked with desperation.