Lora didn't have much to say or do as she sat within her deactivated Framewerk, but ruminate on the circumstances around it. Through some combination of hodgepodge tactics and sheer dumb luck, Sigma Team had managed to come out on top with a lucky strike on Sköll. But as Lorenzo himself noted, the effort was exactly no more than that, and it might as well have been a mission failure considering the casualties and poor display by the cadets.

That scientist, he was something else. The man held himself somewhere just between laughing mad and deathly determined, giggling with apparent sadistic glee in one moment and then cussing out anyone who objected in the next. More than once, Lora figured someone had questioned why exactly the old man was put in charge of not just the Framewerk program but every operation revolving around them. After all, his mental stability and judgement seemed a tad unbalanced at best, but if it was just a facade then why bother? Just to creep people out for fun? Or maybe to disguise something else...?

Whatever the case, it wasn't in the cadet pilot's place to wonder about that. Thinking too hard might just get her anywhere from court martial to execution- or even worse, under Lorenzo's eye. 

So instead, Lora turned her thoughts back to her own last moments in the battle - how she cleaved Daemon apart with the Blade of Hope as Sköll was being stuck down. It very easily could've failed by any other circumstance, seeing as how she only barely managed to gut Emperor with Atty's help. Yet, in that moment as she reared back the sword to strike... Such a feeling was difficult to describe for Lora. The best explanation she could offer herself said that something just [i]clicked[/i] within her, within Dynasty. She poured all her intention into the strike, and the machine she controlled followed her wish- and the Blade of Hope [i]understood[/i] that.

Being a pilot within the Framewerk program gave one interesting experiences and views into the gigantic weapons. The most experience among the veterans seemed to recognize the machines as something more than just a vehicle of destructive intent, speaking as if they were an extension of oneself. In that idea, were the synch ratio values more than just numbers, beyond the idea of how well the machines could respond to a pilot's movements?

Did those people speak as if their Framewerks were truly as alive as they were?

The faint whirr of spinning copter blades began to resonate through Dynasty's armor, and Lora forcibly removed herself from the control harness. She felt a bit of regret that she likely could not keep the sword she pilfered from the enemy Framewerk, but the weapon ultimately wasn't built for her. The Blade belonged with Phantom Zero, even if the Framewerk now belonged in a scrap pit.

Still, the experience resonated with Lora in a pleasant manner, and she found herself considering possible modifications to Dynasty later on that could reflect it. It proved an able distraction from the fact that her team of cadets had just killed a dozen children today.