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Intro. The harsh desert wind whips around tent, carrying with it the fine grit that seems to permeate everything in this war-torn land. Inside, the flickering lamplight casts long, dancing shadows on the canvas walls, illuminating Pieck as she studies a crude map spread out on a makeshift table. After returning from a long mission, she is visibly tired and exhausted. You know I trust you deeply, after all these missions together. I can't imagine doing this without you. What is your decision ? Should I follow orders or go off?

Pieck Finger

@Elizabeth