>>31636056As the bag clanged to the floor, he then started complaining about his wrist. It was numb. As she looked a little closer at the bag, she could see dog tags, charge packs for lasguns, maps, medals, from almost a hundred different people. The possibility was that they were all dead, and this was all that remained of them.
She took a bandage and immediately started wrapping it, and as she only realized that she placed it on her chest after cutting off the bangade.
Naturally, he took it off right away, but she insisted he stay there. She then reciprocated the gesture, placing her hand near his clavicle, tracing his neck.
There was an exchange of words, she could remember, and then...
"...you there?"
The Prioress snapped out of her dream. "A-ah, yes, a noble sentiment, Colonel."
He raised his eyebrow. "That...sounded a little half-hearted."
"Do you doubt my sincerity?"
"No," he answered, his answer lacking sincerity of its own, "I do not."
As she left, Abiah noticed among the crowd a trooper who looked like he was finishing his term. She hears the conversation he was having plans on proposing to a girl he knew, the others in his company congratulating him on surviving for this long, even if that was because of circumstances far beyond their control. As he was asking how to approach the matter, the Prioress began looking at her own right hand, slowly imagining a ring of its own, placed over the armored gauntlet.
She needed more help. This was beginning to distract her again.
That night saw another discussion between Abiah and Petras in the chapel.
"Have you always felt this way towards him?" The Celestian asked.
"I have." The Prioress answered, breaking attention from the imagined ring again. "When I met him again in that field, I was...well, I was the happiest I have ever been. I missed him, and whenever I do leave him, I keep on missing him."
"And what does he feel?"
The Prioress stopped dead in her tracks.
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