On this battlefield, Rita once again unleashed That Was Close, Almost a Wipe. When the sprites began to rise, cheers swept across the front.
She nodded at Avery. "I need to check the B-zone battlefield."
Her hand touched the platinum helm-wheel that floated eagerly to her side. Only then did she glance at Sanchez, who had been staring at her with those bright, unblinking eyes.
The moment Rita arrived, B8017913 had poured out everything it thought was worth telling—including everything Sanchez had done during these four months.
Which meant that in B8017913's eyes, Sanchez's actions mattered. Worth recording.
The enemies she had slain, the hatred she stirred, the way her presence had both fired up and steadied others… all of it.
She had been revived multiple times. The scars of missing flesh clung to her. Yet she did not care. In her own defiance, they became her pride.
See? Even like this, you still cannot defeat me. Then what does that make you but trash?
