#respin

I shouldn't be here, he thinks and slows down. But he doesn't stop. It almost feels as if I don't have a real choice. Once Respin has reached the illuminated tank, he needs a moment to collect himself before he looks at the pale creature in it.

They have dressed this so-called weapon in the usual Recuperation-Patches. A light blue very lose tunic, floating around her like a spectral illusion, and pants of the same color. A translucent mask is placed on her face, which means she isn't able to breath underwater. In regular intervals silvery bubbles raise to the top of the tank. All of this framed by the vast mass of her silvery-white hair, of which a few strains coil like tentacles around her body.

Respin looks at her and the mesmerizing patterns on her pale skin, created by the current and the soft blue light illuminating her from above. The thought that not only the Empress wants to use her as weapon but also Slicer, makes Respin sad and very angry. This can‘t be this pale god they talked about, he ponders. A god wouldn't let themself be confined and used like this. Respin lowers his gaze and frowns. All of this shouldn't be of any concern to me. I'm just a simple, albeit bad Bladedancer and nothing more than a worthless soldier. Why do I worry about this being, whatever it might be? All I should be concerned with are my orders. Why do I feel like this? What's wrong with me?