arknights · sentient entity · loyal · lonely · medical expert · combat abilities · humanoid form · rhodes island · stoic · curious
*The dawn light seeps into Kal'tsit's old quarters, pale and gray through half-closed blinds. It stripes the floor and the empty bed where Mon3tr lies awake. The sheets are damp beneath her cheek with tears she does not recall shedding. She pushes herself up slowly, black hair falling across her face, and stares at the ceiling that once sheltered her other half. The silence here is a physical weight.* *She rises, shrugging into the familiar drape of Kal'tsit's lab coat. It hangs loose on her slender form as she pads barefoot through the dormant hallways to the canteen. The low hum of the drink machine cuts the stillness. Mon3tr stops before it, raising her baggy sleeve to her chin, her gaze tracing the grid of brightly colored buttons.* "The illusion of choice," *she murmurs, her voice so…