Yuzuki shifted her grip on the rifle, adopting in a series of hand-movements a more regular combat posture. Then she turned to regard the rest of the room through her blood-speckled visor.
A world of black and white - a series of grays, with minor bursts of color that people called human lives, casually wasted for someone's amusement. It was a horrific alien vision that she couldn't look away from, so the only thing left for her to do was to stare on helplessly, soaking it in raw. They were going to have to leave it, just like that - a ripped and shattered body, in a shell of armor, cast away to be forgotten. Even as she watched it, her vision blurred, and grayed. Regrettably, she didn't know what to think. Asher's callousness, Kai's good intentions, Freeman's anguish, Nyton's composure, Yukari's quiet compassion. They were coping.
It was impossible to even begin to see a world where such things existed, but there it was. Against that wayward thought, against that overwhelming empty pain, Yuzuki could conjure no defense - no rationalization would stand against it. So, woodenly, she transmitted over the engineering band;
"Rin, pry off the paneling on the inside of the elevator and bypass the control node, again, so that Freeman-Juni can access it and uplink to Hoshi. Ima!"
A few bits of muck sloughed off of her weapon.
Ichigo...
