#pedc9a

"I'm not having this conversation over the phone, godsdammit. Give me your coordinates." "Mayridge-" "Nevermind, tracked them myself. They really need to update these security systems. I'm not even a tech specialist." "Mayridge-" "Listen to me. Listen to me very fucking closely because this is something i'm only going to say once. Right now, at least, i'll say it as many times as you need to hear it, but i am trying to get back before either my wife or daughter realizes i'm gone, so bear with me. You are as fit to be a Cel'Vitatche as i am my current position. The things that've happened, though they might've passed through your hands, weren't caused by them. If there's one thing I learned under the hands of people who don't care about murder, it's that you can tell, and i can tell with you it's not the case. There's something poetic about making yourself out of nothing. I did that psychically, of course; metal replacing and refurnishing what i've lost. I value that. That's not you, though. You had to remake your mind, and you cant get a prosthetic for that. You had to retrain your own damn brain not to be afraid of war, just so you could try and stop it. You're here for a reason. Is it you? Is it the Gods above us? Is it fuckin' Sanctze Elizi guiding you? Who knows. You're here. And you're meant to be. You're the smartest person i've ever known. You can strategize like a god, you can empathize like a saint, and you can lecture and give pep talks like the one teacher we all had at some point that left a lasting impact in all of us. Crowwatch's our technical specialist. Sora's our guns and our brawn and our negotiations because neither of us were very good at doing those. I, though i might not even work here anymore, am our resident chemist and weapons specialist. And you, Atzia? You're our Cel'Vitatche. And we might not be who you started out with, but we need you just the same. And I have fireworks to catch, so the rest of this conversation is something that'll have to be done over coffee sometime."