Her Violet Orbs

"Where's Chico?"

Jirile stopped then looked at her side where she saw Herlye who is around her age too. Wearing the same uniforms and badges as the young chosen soldiers, Herlye looked uncomfortable and shy after asking Jirile who have some tiny parts of her project on machines and alarms on an open box she was holding.

Jirile raised her other arm and looked at her wristwatch which just worn after her duties were finished. "In this time, she might have already in their home. The bravo unit was discharge for three days after bearing lethal wounds from the recent mission." She said and looked at Herlye. "Do you want to talk to her?"

Displeased and disappointed, Herlye shook her head. "I just want to say sorry. I was one of those who planned the ambush but..." Herlye bit her lip. She can't seem to add more words to her sentence and Jirile knew that Herlye felt responsible for the wounded.