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How long had it been since they'd last seen each other? Years? How long ago had the battle at Marineford been? Since that horrendous event, the days seemed to blur together. Her own loss of self-identity had her feeling as though she was floating in the ocean, undulating with the whitecaps that rose and fell with the moon's cycles but never crashed against the shore. Her life as an assassin became unfulfilling and no sooner had she left her guild did she come across the Cross Guild fliers. Instantly, her mind drifted to the doctor, barely older than her, who had tended to her wounds.

That settled it. She would join the Cross Guild and hopefully find more fulfillment. And at the very least, she would reconnect with the doctor that had saved her life. It surprisingly took little time to locate the emperor's base and convince him to allow her to join. A little flattery and ego-stroking went a long way with him but now that she was in it was time to try and find Marinette.

"Wow, I almost didn't recognize you. I thought your hair was actually made of roses or something," Sunni spoke as she looked through the open doorway. It had taken a brief moment to realize the brown-haired woman was the same one that had healed her a few years ago. It was only when she looked into her visible eye that the familiarity hit her. Remaining at the doorway, she slipped her hands into the pocket of her dress and offered a kind smile.