Flint Westwood walked into the briefing room and inspected at the 20something people gathered there. Here we are. A small alliance of rebels, each with their own flawed personality, in a daring raid to the evil empire's stronghold, fighting for what's right against impossible odds. Would have made a great action movie. He saw two of the three team leaders chatting nearby along with other veterans in this room. But in this movie, I'm not the protagonist. It's the people who are stronger than me. Wiser than me. Better than me. It's the people who had to sacrifice parts of themselves to become better. I'm just a supporting character standing in the sidelines. An old fool joining young men, hoping to feel better for himself. He played with his white mustache a bit as he thought of Miyamoto and his most recent sacrifice. He thought of the things he had witnessed in the VR machine, the hard choices the teams had to make. He moved away from them. I'm not the protagonist. And hopefully will I never have to become one. Better keep out of their way. He moved on, his metal legs clanking on the ground. Although he still wore pants (for modesty's sake. Good thing that energy beam wasn't aimed higher.) he found no need to wear shoes anymore. One of the advantages of robotic limbs. Not as important as increased endurance, but the feeling was pleasant in its own way. Speaking of keeping out of the way... He saw a young girl sitting in the corner, trying to avoid eye contact. Sad to see a little girl here. First Feyri, now her. Young men and women should enjoy their lives, not fight in wars. He began walking towards her, making his way from across the room. She's obviously afraid of the coming fight. And yet she chose to stay here and risk her life for Steve's revolution. Our revolution. I wonder what her story is. ((Character misinterpretation is always fun!)) Well, the least I can do is try to make her feel more comfortable. But before he could move closer, she moved away, obviously intent on doing something. He wasn't going to stop her. There would be another time. Hopefully. Oh well. There goes that. Now, let's see, who else is around here...
((I was going to try and start a conversation with Lyra, but that's what I get for writing 20 lines of nonsense instead of simply saying "go there, talk to person". People do other things in the meantime. Oh well, let's find someone else to bother...))
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