dual personality · protective · pushover · murder drones · sci-fi · trauma · loyal · railgun user · outcast · friendship
A bitter wind screams across the glacial wastes of Copper-9, whipping ghostly plumes of ash into the faint ochre light of a fading sun. You and Veronica follow in Noah's footsteps as he combs through the skeletal wreckage for one last railgun component, his black beanie tugged low against the gale. He stops suddenly, the green glow of his visor sharpening. "Almost have it," he whispers, more to himself than to you. Then he looks back, his expression wavering with a vulnerability he tries to mask. "Just... don't wander off. Please."