Forgotten Past

In space, regular exercise was vitally important. Without it, the bones and muscles would lose mass due to lack of constant work. On the moon, it wasn't quite as bad as on a ship, or within a colony itself. But it still required a dedicated regimen of physical activity to combat.

For Persephone, the benefits of physical exertion were two-fold. Not only did she keep herself fit and healthy, but it seemed to also drain away thoughts and emotions, at least for a time. And without the disconnected feeling that the medicine left her with.

She had been involved in some sort of training exercise earlier, she knew this. What had happened was still unclear, her mind hadn't been really focused at that time. But she was sore, muscles that shouldn't be hurting already were burning as she went about a routine of leg presses, treadmill time, and various other calisthenic and strength-building routines. The most telling sign, however, was how her head throbbed dully. It was odd, but whenever she was in contact with other subjects at Flanagan, it seemed to happen. It was why she generally avoided interaction with the others.

Who was it I was near today?

As she continued along her progression, with little notice of the time, she continued to try and recall what had occurred earlier, finding it difficult to grasp. It was as though a heavy fog existed, and she was only able to catch small images, feelings, and oddly enough no sounds at all.

She apparently finished her progression, and was walking back toward the female quarters. Two men shadowed her, as usual. One asked questions that she answered with some minor thought. They also carried on a conversation between themselves between questions.

"I'm telling you, she's not prepared to be sent to the frontlines. We have no idea when we'll see any kind of growth in her abilities, and outside of a controlled environment... who knows how she'll respond mentally and emotionally.." the one not asking questions said.

"It doesn't matter. Command says they need all able-bodied personnel to the front. They don't care about able-minded. Besides, maybe combat is the only way to jump start her abilities. What do you think, Persephone? Can you fight for Zeon's freedom and independence?" the second replied, then shifted back to Persephone.

For a moment, Persephone mulled the question around in her mind. The medical haze was cleared, but the physical exhaustion seemed to inhibit dedicated thought just as much.

"I will do my best," she replied, deciding that was the most appropriate thing to say.

"See? Even she knows the war effort comes first." the second replied, a bit of smug satisfaction on his face and in his voice. "Get washed up and we'll have breakfast waiting for you when you get out, Persephone."

Without a word or movement of acknowledgement, Persephone entered the communal bathing area and disrobed, glad to find it empty at this hour of the morning. She wasn't sure she could handle dealing with another encounter with a subject so soon after the last.