<<YSS Mindful, apparently>>
Junko gave her equipment one last inspection before stepping off the rack. Everything was perfectly maintained and fully loaded. Only thing left was to get to the inevitable fighting. Why else would they have so many fully armed cats on deck?
Candon had given her a lot to think about. Wether her loyalty was genuine or brainwashing. What difference her fighting even made in the universe. If she could love a person more than she did the job.
Junko had no answers, only the riddle of her own intentions.
The soldier stood ready, at Candon's side. Minute into waiting, she decided to open a private comm.
"Sir, you're aware of what happened with Orochi?" She asked, already fairly certain he was. "My first confirmed kill was... was another Neko. We'd stormed the bridge, and Reapers came in to repel. We had an ex-NMX with us, so I knew they were just like us, past the socialization."
"I was born, made, to fight for the defense of others. Not just the people of Yamatai, but my sisters as well. They used my stolen sisters, turned my weapons against the people I was meant to shield. Give me half a chance, and I'll burn every last grub from the galaxy."