Noctisardor Bypass no one fights for me

it was not mahler that greets her but seqouia, who seems relieved to see her alive. praimfaya's recollection of that day and fateful choice and day is hazy from the pain and blood loss. that's good, it takes praimfaya a while to respond, but when she does her throat is thick with mixed emotions. she is happy, in a way, to know her children are alive and as well as they could be expected to be; but feels a creeping feeling of claustrophobia at the thought of being forced to be their mother again. she loved them, in her strange way ...but it is better she remain detached. for her sake. for theirs.

it did, praimfaya replies twisting her body partially so she could turn her head to study the new scars she's collected. she does not mind them. they are her war marks and she adores them in a way she feels might be strange to anyone else but her. and it paid for it. that much, she remembered; and she remembered the sole motivation that drove her away from her children and rivenwood: to be commander is to be alone.

it repeats now, like a mantra of the past commanders in her head and she falls quiet to it; eager to listen to whatever the commanders of the past have to tell her.