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[Waking up again had been disorienting enough; usually when you slip into the empty embrace of death you don't suddenly pop into existence somewhere else. Maybe that's why she's so hesitant to put herself out into this new world even after she's accepted the new job. That in itself could very well be a huge mistake but who knows, she could probably use some good karma in her new life to outweigh her last one.

Which brings her here.

The video feed flickers on to show a dimly lit room with a somewhat battered suit of brown power armour against the wall. The camera itself is focused on the pale hand holding the ring she had been given when she'd said her oath to the Legion. For a few seconds the ring flips and spins between her fingers as if it were a coin, buying her a little time to pick her words before she speaks.]

We don't always get a chance for a new start. I guess I should be grateful for it, and for the new name.

[Giving the ring a light flick into the air with her thumb she catches it and slips it on. No more hiding.]

It's Mirage, by the way. But for the old friends I know are out there...

[The video shifts as she picks up the omnicom to focus on her face. She looks tired, too tired to hide the guilt and resignation behind her small, bitter smile.]

You can still call me Connie.

[And with that the feed cuts off.]

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[goddamngrenades]

Just business, actually. Tex needed me for a job years after... everything. Her gun jammed, Reggie took the shot.

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[i_got_this]

[South pulls in a breath and lets it out in a huff, and looks away. It was awkward being faced with mortality like that. She still didn't have a really great understanding about what all went down, and wasn't really looking for answers.]

Alright, fine, so what're we supposed to do about it?

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We move on.

[Connie sighs, pulling her helmet off with a soft grunt and watches South for a moment.]

We all deserve a fresh start.

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[goddamngrenades]

Uh, nothing? It happened. No getting around that. I'm here, I'm dealing. I'm...doing what we were supposed to be doing in the Project. You know. Helping people. Saving lives.

Without breaking an insane amount of laws or following the orders of an obsessive civilian scientist to do it.

[ Out of his armor he's- well. Squishy. But he's also pretty damn lucky. More than enough to risk walking up alongside South and bumping their shoulders together. ]

Last commcheck I had with you and your brother put y'all as hidden and safe. That's all I know. I'm sorry.

[i_got_this]

[How do you move on from something you haven't personally experienced?

And how do you deal with people telling you they died while they watch you? Bump your shoulder?

South keeps angry for a moment, but eventually it's too tiring to maintain and she lets out an explosive sigh and shifts her weight. At the very least, York said she and North were okay, so she'll take what small victories she can get.]

[They're always the small ones, aren't they?]

Yeah, fine, fresh start and all that.

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[Like a fuse getting snuffled out Connie relaxes a little more when South sighs, seeming to let go of the promise of immediate violence. Glancing down to her side at the remains of the coffee table she has the decency to look a little embarrassed at the mess.]

I can pay you back for the table.

[goddamngrenades]

Please do. And don't get into fights out where people can see you, okay? You'll get chewed out by Kid Q and made to see a therapist for anger issues- I say as someone that has lost their shit at Wash and gotten in a fight in the mess hall and been made to see a therapist.

[ Been there, done that. ]

And please don't make me be the voice of reason again. It's weird. I'm all itchy, I think I'm allergic to this shit.