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❝Do you know? Do you know how to fly again?❞
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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF7BC1 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #4ba348】
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The day after that was a break day for Flo, because Wei didn't want her leaving the building in case she got too tired out. Samurai would be organizing the kids who were grouped into two pairs per team to do some missions, and so Flo was officially off duty for now. She couldn't even manage the mission board because one of Echo's recruits that came was the one in charge of managing and taking care of requests and the like. It seemed many things were already being taken care of, so Flo didn't have all that much to do at all. "Oof, what to do today?" Honestly it felt a little like before, when she was in the hospital, just wasting away. What goal did she have? What did she want to work for, personally? Was there even anything? The pinkette shook her head and stood up, time to take a walk and not dwell about silly things.
She didn't want to go back to that. If she didn't have some sort of personal goal, then she would go and find one! That would be enough of a goal until another one appeared, right? The butterfly was unused to being content in life, she was always better off trying to achieve something. "Maybe I should visit Echo." She murmured under her breath. She had a few things she wanted to discuss, naturally. But... well, was it really okay to disrupt during work? Flo decided to leave a message under the door, telling Echo to meet her at after dinner to do whatever. They were both free then, after all. "I shouldn't base my goal on her anyways." She said softly to herself, rubbing the silver bracelet decorating her wrist.
Since she was Rowena to the reborn Zinnia - because let's face it, the baby that was born in this body was very much more Zinnia than it was Fluorspar - it wasn't as if the spider would appear in a hallucination. She was just a bit too grounded for that. She decided to spend the day just walking around the building - unfamiliar faces of the support staff streaming about - and then she found a message on her TB, it was from Silence. "Things are looking up, but Berlin will need us here after the war so we can't return to London for the next year." Flo read and sighed. It must be nice, being human, being mortal. With an endless lifespan, the usual pressure and drive to achieve something before death was gone, because death was such a distant far off thing for her now.
...Well, it'll be fine. She just needed time to process her thoughts and get her act together, right?