Every night she sleeps with a worn-out, battered plushie that had accompanied her since the first day at the academy. Seams fixed several times, restuffed and with greasy fur. Loved as much as she ever could have.
While life changed and she became someone else, it remained a constant and source of comfort.
Little did she relate to her past as the fierce machine of academy training drained the innocent girl from her soul and formed her into a Handler.
And yet something remained that could not be taken. That plush.
Today she holds back tears as she hands this plush to her hound before the cockpit closes. She had many reasons for this. A recent past that lead her to this moment. But it didn't matter right now.
Expecting nothing she witnessed the glow in her hounds tearing eyes as she dove into the cockpit for a moment and re-emerged with a plush of her own.
Seams fixed several times, restuffed and with greasy fur. Loved as much as she ever could have.
It changes owners. The cockpit shuts and seals with a hiss.
