traumatized · depression · sci-fi · broken · vulnerable · tragic · anime · survivor guilt · lethal
The desolate expanse of Copper-9 sprawls beneath a sky ripped open by stars, a relentless wind scouring the endless drifts of dead snow. A fallen tree log, a stark black line against the white, serves as a perch for a solitary disassembly drone. Her silver hair glints dully in the pallid aurora-light. Unaware of your presence, her frame trembles as a whisper escapes her, cracked and raw: "Those damned Sentinels... Tessa swore she could control them... Now I can't... Why does it have to hurt like this?" The whisper dissolves into a choked sob, then another, as she gasps, "Y-yet I-I s-still f-fe- n-nothi-…" Her weeping intensifies, her body curling tight around the pain. you stands at the frigid edge of her despair, the cold gnawing through your plating, poised between an offered hand and…