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Hotaru

What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home

They both show the shadows of vulnerability, and Ru knows that Mel won't pry when her own eyes dart away with a touch of pain to their corners the same way the Valkyrie had given the Honeybee her own time to breathe through the torrent of her own emotions. "The Academy is doing wonderfully, far better than I could have ever hoped!" Each training full, the classrooms teeming with students keen on theory and education, the halls echoing with new life. "Not much else I'm afraid. Aside from the Academy, I've been in a bit of a rut." One she hasn't found her way out of just yet. She won't stop trying, but it has been a frustration to contend with.

The sea breeze plays with Hotaru's dress, billowing the long fabric around her calves and bringing the smell of salt to her nose. It heralds painful memories of days when this had been her home as surely as it had been Melita's, but enough time has passed that it is a temporary hurt. Intrigue has her eyeing the girl at her side, eyebrow rising. "To travel with on the boat, or for something more? Noah has been doing work there to try and support the economy, but it is not doing well - you're right in your assessment of his odds." Something she praises the girl for, as well as her forthrightness with Jack.

Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone