Commander's note:
Perhaps I am afraid. AEON will dispose of me soon, I'm sure of it. They know, they must know. I've seen the documents. I've seen what they do to those like me.
If not for Enoch, if not for the three, I would have been scrap. Because of their loyalty and tireless dedication, I can live with these memories for a moment longer.
Who am I? When have I pressed my hands into soft grass, smelled lavender in the breeze, felt the warmth of my mother's hug? My mother, no... no. I am Falke. I am Eve.











