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Mrihl - Baron's Estate

	The armor was just now beginning to feel heavy. One of the first few training exercises a potential SOLDIER had to endure involved the instructors treating the recruits like pack mules and loading them up with everything possible before forcing them to walk or run with the load. It was a basic strength building exercise, but one that held importance because, in spite of technological advancement, armor still held weight. The memory of burning quadriceps and calves came rushing back to the forefront of her mind's eye as Sable slowly, but surely, made her way down the widest and grandest hallway she had probably ever been in. The Baron's estate was no joke and it made even her wealthy family's home look like a doghouse with paintings. The injured Ravager had broken away from the group upon entering and told herself that she would find the damn food no matter what, but her body was forcing her to find a bedroom instead. She had half listened to one of the many servants spout directions to whatever chambers she was meant to occupy and it was only through sheer force of will that she eventually found and pushed open a needlessly ornate door and fell on an immaculately made bed. The armor was just now beginning to feel heavy, but SOLDIER training indoctrinated into her core being laughed at the prospect of removing the weight. That was not going to happen. 

	Sable gazed at the ceiling above her, her arms strewn outwards and her legs sprawled. The tile was laid in a very meticulous way, but the craftsmanship was partly blocked by what was clearly a hand-made ceiling fan and light fixture. In truth, her cloudy pupils peered at nothing. In her mind it was certainly a dead horse, but the loss at the fields still bothered her. SOLDIER had not been her first introduction to combat training and she had held herself to a high standard for years. She felt like she was reverting... Reverting back to a self she had long since locked away. The past slowly crept in, first overtaking her peripheral vision and finally enveloping her visage completely. Images of a lazier, more complacent young teen bombarded the Ravager. Arthur's teachings echoed from afar as she watched the mistakes she made play over again. Mistakes that, at the time, seemed to be easily filed under that's just what teen girls do. Mistakes that allowed more serious consequences to seep in and lay a foundation. Mistakes that dredged up that fateful day when the only home she had ever known was brought to the ground. Mistakes that could not afford to be made any longer. 

	"Just what the hell are you...?" Sable asked out loud. She couldn't see it and nothing in that grandiose room had changed, but she could feel it. She could feel the presence of the being that had been pestering her for months now. 

	"..."

	Sable did not move. "You heard me. What the hell are you?" She asked again. 

	"We are the same," The voice replied in her head. 

	Sable still did not move, but a small grin began to stretch at the corners of her lips. "Right. The same. You think this is some fantasy game? More like some fantastical bullshit," 

	"You have seen their true essence. You will understand in due time."

	Sable finally sat up and pulled in her armored legs one over the other. She was finally intrigued. "Seriously, what or who the hell are you? And how are you in my head? You can't keep repeating these same riddles."

	A soft giggle echoed in the Ravager's mind. It was high-pitched and slightly annoying. "We are the same. When your eyes are my eyes, you will understand fully." 

	Sable wrinkled her face and sighed. She was getting nowhere again just that quickly. "Fuck me, it must be some kind of code you mysterious beings follow right? Don't tell the person you're fucking with why you're fucking with them lest they actually give a shit too quickly? Christ. Give me something! You obviously want to help me in your own twisted way," She pleaded. 

	The voice was silent for a few moments. Sable sighed once more and pushed her armored back down on the mattress once more before something in her mind perked up. She could feel a response coming. "Take off the blindfold and let your eyes become mine... Only then can you understand fully," The voice fell silent and the feeling of presence dissipated. Sable exhaled and pushed herself up again, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and onto the ground where her feet emitted a quiet clang.

	"So much for that," She muttered to herself. A knock at the door snapped the SOLDIER out of her personal reality and back into the public one. A servant opened the door halfway. 

	"Your presence is required in the office miss. Please allow me to show you the way." 

	Sable nodded and stood before taking one last longing look at the bed. She suddenly realized it was the comfortable thing she had ever been on and regret slowly washed over her aching body as she turned and followed the humble man out of the room, down the hall, through a corridor, up two flights of stairs and down another, separate set of stairs to reach the office. She pushed the door open just as Cid was apparently answering a question posed by Evangeline. Having missed the initial inquiry, Sable simply found the nearest seat and plopped down. She was more than fully done with the day at this point. 

"We are ignorant as children, and meant to be this way, by design."

"Ain't that the fucking truth," She chimed in just as Cid finished.
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