[It hurt. Everything hurt. Existing alone ached and burned through what Labrys could only describe as her 'heart'. She'd been in a daze since dying to those shadows that whispered such horrible things--things that still echoed and bounced around in her head. Labrys heard the voices of her friends and sisters saying such cruel, hateful things and it hurt more than she could measure.]

[She wanted to forget. Forget like she'd forgotten before, when she had constructed the illusion of a human body and another life--a better life, just like any other student.]

[Exhausted, she dropped into a chair on floor ninety-six and leaned on the table in front of her, head resting on folded arms. Eventually, Labrys forgot why she'd been so tired and distraught in the first place.]

[...Then she forgot what she'd been doing the past few weeks.]

[After a while she forgot a great deal more, not the least of which being why she'd sat down in the first place. Was this not an inefficient use of time? Logic processors indicated this was not the Kirijo laboratory. Advisable course of action: find information. Standing, the robot girl somewhat stiffly walked until she encountered a terminal.]

[Her face was largely passive and expressionless, voice still holding its accent but utterly devoid of its usual life or energy.]

My sensors are indicatin' an unknown environment. Ain't sure if this is a new method of testin' capabilities. Unit number 031, requestin' and awaitin' orders.

[Oh, shit.]

[The tower is met with a completely new face today. The man on the feed is holding up a letter as he leans close screen and, needless to say, he looks rather miffed. Angry even.

Oh. Did I mention he is shirtless? Because he is. His guild stamp is exsposed on the right side of his chest, along with his new collar]

'Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.' Is this someone's idea of a sick joke? Listen, whichever one of you bastards brought me here better speak up, I'm actually really tempted to started a fight and I'm not going to go easy on you.

Which brings up another matter. Where are my friends? Are they here too? I swear...

[Gray doesn't even finish that statement, he trails off. Too busy being mad and what have you]

I apologize for this in advance, but I feel like I'm having a hard time fitting in here.

I don't think I do enough to help everyone here. I can't save anyone. Half of my abilities don't work for me anymore.

I am a liability. Several people waste their time keeping me safe even though I have nothing to contribute.

I don't know what to do anymore. Even asking for advice like this is selfish of me, I know, but I can't think of anything else to do. I don't want to sit around and do nothing but it feels like that's all I've been doing, and whenever I turn to action, it just causes grief.

I ain't sure walkin' around swingin' axe blades at anybody behind me is all that safe. But I can't really just stick anythin' on there and hope for the best.

What do people usually use if they wanna put some kinda guard on a weapon? [Counting off the following points on metallic fingers:] It's gotta be somethin' that ain't gonna get in the way of the thrusters, easy t' get off in an emergency, and lightweight so it don't throw me off balance.

[Monomaru what have you done.]

What d'you guys think?

Is anyone else here significantly older chronologically then they appear physically? If so, how does it effect your life?

Is it...over? Is everybody okay?

[Labrys was hesitant, speaking like she was either upset over something or just hadn't wanted to record video in the first place. The mechanical girl's red eyes didn't quite look at the camera, slightly downcast.]

Uh--listen, if anybody's got time, I could kinda use some help. If anyone knows stuff about fixin' machinery, could ya meet me somewhere? It ain't hard, I can tell ya what needs repairin' and all that.

[She paused as if considering whether to end it there or not.]

...And, uh...Hidetoshi? Can I talk to ya when y' got a minute?