Roselia looked at the Prime Gear from its sole to its head. It was tall, strong, quick, and reliable. With a skilled user, the Prime Gear could devastate a monster far stronger than its designed to. She caressed its plate. Cold and tough to the touch. Surprisingly, it was smooth too, like a precious gem on a wedding ring.
She sighed. Every time she looked at the Prime Gear, she was reminded the image of Hax. His lean stature, and calm-inducing green eyes was in clear contrast of his usual cold expression. He was always serious, endlessly doing something for the army. Did he ever laugh in his life? What about rest? Such a workaholic man. How would he find himself a partner in the future?
She sat down on her bed. As a Prime Soldier, it was mandatory for her to bring the Prime Gear inside her bedroom. 'Love it like its your own mother. Push it like its your own son. And admire it like its your father.'
