Wilhelm's Rebirth

[Hemlocke]

Wilhelm was currently residing within her quarters, deep in thought, currently partaking in her mental exercises to keep her mind open and alert. Sat upon the edge of the bed, wearing the armored flight suit she rarely took off, elbows rested on her knees, folded hands under her chin with her eyes closed. She thought of home, the physical location rather than the lie that was its meta-physical being in the heart. Pondering if it truly meant anything at all, if where she came from even mattered, yes she died and she knew what that symbolized. Yet in the literal sense she was obviously still quite alive with all her memories and was prone to wandering thought. She shoved it out of her mind, it shouldn't be something to dwell on. She would have to get used to forgetting everything she had been through in her past life, to truly live a new person, rather than the lie she had once been. She wondered if others had devoted themselves this way, as really, you can't kill ideas, if she was struck down there were plenty more like her to rise up in her place.

She opened her eyes to stop her endless train of wandering thought, awaiting what was to come today, if anything.