"Sure, I don't see why not."
Winslow sets the cup down on the middle of the table and pours the tea before stirring it with a spoon. “So, how did your little reunion with your friend go?”
“It went well, all things considered.” You wrapped your finger around the cup handle and lifted it up from the table. “He’s got a new leg now.”
“Uh-huh. That and your facial reconstruction surgery was paid for by the Agency’s black budget, which in turn was provided by your taxpayers.”
“Wow, well look at that- my people’s hard-earned money is finally being put to good use. But really, why are you here, ‘Chief’?” You placed the rim of the cup in your mouth and sipped the tea within before lowering it down. The tea had a floral scent to it and it tasted deliciously mildly sweet. Unfortunately, as you weren’t a tea enthusiast, you really weren’t able to pick up on the more subtle hints of the flavor.
“I just wanna talk, Marsh.” Winslow sits down on the other end of the table and lets off a deep exhale as he leans back on the seat. “I’m getting old. And there’s a lesson to be had from being old. For me, I learnt that the world is not as big as it seems. There’s a lot of events that have unfolded in my life that at first, feel like they were unrelated to each other, but sooner or later, I would find myself realising that they were in fact intertwined.”
“I never pegged you for the sentimental type.”
“Oh, I’m not being sentimental, Lieutenant. This is just how it is. This will inevitably happen to you too, one way or another. Soon enough, you’ll find yourself discovering your place in the world like I have. You’re here not because Caseman picked you for the job on a whim, he picked you.. Because this is what you’re destined for.”
“Destiny?” You chuckled to yourself at Winslow’s seemingly nonsensical word salad. “Captain, you’re being oddly cryptic.” You then notice the illuminating blue sky outside the aircraft suddenly begins rapidly shifting into darkness, as if you were currently experiencing a solar eclipse that totally obscured the sun, engulfing the cabin in black, bereft of any light. By the time you had looked out of the window however, the sky had begun to revert into its bright self.
“Am I now?” You hear Winslow ask. You divert your focus from the sky back to him, but what you in his stead was a young, pale woman clad in a stark white trench coat.
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“Mathilde–!?” You jolted from your seat and stood upwards, alarmed by her abrupt and impossible presence. You lost the grip of the tea cup that you held in your hand, letting it fall onto the table and shatter into multiple pieces, causing the tea to splash everywhere. Mathilde however, remained indifferent.
“How’s it going? You holding up well? Tee-hee~” She utters her greetings to you in a sarcastic fashion, mocking you.
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