Pygar tourism

[Apollon]

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To her expectations, she predict what Enma was to say. Throwing her previously self-prized precious values and morals is something that she's done for quite a while now. She takes a deep sigh as she removes her sunglasses off, holding them slightly infront of her on eye level as she gently taps them, particles of sand that accumulated over time through the wind blowing through Pygar's desert fall and scatter.

"Had you known me from years back when I was with the Overwatch - or even Providence for that matter, you'd find out that we're two different people now." She smiled faintly through her scarred mouth, barely covered by some makeup. She folded one of her sunglasses' temples inwards as she hung them on her suit"You're right. Going by the book and sticking to half-assed morals will get us nowhere. I wasted years attempting to make sense in the organization through sheer diplomacy, understanding and walking by values I held dear." she expressed with apparent resentment, and perhaps, regret. "You can rest at ease knowing that I will not hold back anymore."

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