Lone recon could never be considered as exciting as the thick of
battle, as the rush of adrenaline through her blood, through the
crevices in her bone. Yet it was something she was good at, and
did without hesitation when called upon, and while it definitely was
not a source of excitement, it was hardly the worst thing she could
do, also. And sometimes, on recon, she ran into———interesting
things.
( though maybe she should stop staring at the man so
openly, at the two souls which inhabited his body which
she could see. separate but together within a singular
vessel, and she wondered over it. it could foretell of bad
news, or perhaps simply an oddity which she should let
rest, leave it be, continue onwards.
yeah, she should stop staring. )