"Reporting Back"

[Nekrotalis]

Sometimes time changes people in other ways, that is what Hester thought about the way that Damien was himself and at the same time not. She might’ve changed in his perspective as well but it was natural, change affects everything. For a short moment she took in his words, mulling over them. ‘That brush with death.’ Ye, she has heard rumours about it on the twilight of the neural net. Somewhat of a recluse she might be but the Alliance and it’s struggle were dear to her and as such she kept taps on it from time to time. A sigh escaped her as she leaned forwards, her face a blend of concern and seriousness. “I have heard a couple of things. The capture of Fontana, the foray against the rats that are the junkers, some smaller scale operations here and there…”

A short pause. “But what was this strange rumour of you having been killed? In some awfully quiet corner of space as well.” Her voice rang through the office, full of concern and slightly raised in tone. Finally releasing the worry she had felt all that time for what was essentially her only friend remaining. It was writ plain on her face, especially her eyes. She might be a bit of a recluse but those that she calls friends mean the world to her and she still had a debt to repay the commander. A life debt.