001. a room of her own // open post.

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Take a prompt, take some time, drop in whenever you like.

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[She is starting to find your good soldier disposition almost endearing. At that last one, though, she's lifting an eyebrow, and matching that with a slightly softer smile.]

We felt that the name was fitting, given Valkyrie's history.

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Memories come to mind. Hawke taking him under his wing. The Titans becoming his family. The HECATON unit in general; a bright light in the dark period of the world he was born in.

He's at a loss for words momentarily. How personal saving TFV for him hits him again with full force. ]

If a lot more of us from the beginning were alive, Ma'am, I'm sure they'd be very touched at the choice. [ He thinks of Hawke. The good man who kept true to Gordon West's vision. ] I know I am. And I believe Hawke would be too.

[takeitinstride]

[Nodding at that, and choosing not to comment. There's no need to, after all.]

Do you have any other questions?

[atlas_shrugged]

None really, Ma'am. It was all really that I came to do.

[ A long time ago he would've voice the request in his head: to be informed, and hopefully allowed to return, if the Hounds or his family were in trouble. He knows now that Netsach cares very much for his operatives though. His family and friends will be in good hands and, if his are needed, they'll let him know.

He stands at attention waiting to be dismissed. Those papers of her look like they need her attention ]

[takeitinstride]

Then I appreciate the thought, and wish you the best of luck.

[Inclining her head once more in his direction, then going back to her work.]

I'll see you once you've returned, Brigade.

[Or she'll see you sooner than that if Shit Goes Down. Either way.]