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“Mmmm... you don’t seem to fit in with the others I’ve passed on the street. Your clothes are different... like mine. Your outfit, it suits you rather well.“ Nanami was always quick to drop a compliment or greeting to another when the mood suited her. She would be lying if were to say that the other woman didn’t have a pretty face and gorgeous clothes.

Of course, she wanted to know something, but there was no need to be so rude in going about this.

“Can you recall anything before coming here? I can, with frightening clarity. Maybe that’s good? ...Or maybe that’s bad.“

She followed up her statement with a tiny chuckle. Why?

Even someone like Makoto needs a break from the hustle and bustle of the city once in a while. Typically, she spends that break time holed up in her home streaming whatever’s hot on Spiralflix or buying things in the Fox Village, but today’s work brought her to the Archimedes Ward. Savior’s Respite is nearby, but Makoto hasn’t been back there since she nearly had a heart attack thanks to someone who couldn’t understand subtext but who could fly off of a cliff.

Hopefully she’s not there right now.

It doesn’t take Makoto too long to reach the top of the trail, and the flowers that surround the path and the sun beginning to set over the city provide a view that can’t even be replicated by Fibonacci’s highest towers. Maybe it’s not too bad a place after all.

Makoto leans against a nearby tree, letting the day’s fatigue finally settle on her shoulders. Here, in a place where she can relax, she rolls her shoulders and lets out a yawn before her ears prick with the sound of approaching footsteps. It’s a young woman- probably around her age, and Makoto gives her a friendly smile before turning her gaze back out to the city.