Only in physical touch does one truly feel alive.
Not just an illusion.
Seven Brown felt slightly reassured: "Oh."
The two walked shoulder to shoulder in silence.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
It was very quiet.
The streets of this city ruin from thousands of years ago were littered with cracks. As the mechanical armor stepped on the broken stones, they would crackle.
The city bore signs of desolation and silence everywhere.
The quieter it was, the clearer one's thoughts became.
Suddenly, Seven Brown thought of something, turned her head to look at Leonard Churchill, her crystal eyes complex, hesitant to speak.
Seeing her seeming to want to say something, Leonard Churchill asked with a smile: "What's up?"
"I..."
Hearing his query, it seemed like Seven Brown finally mustered up the courage to say seriously, "Leonard Churchill. I've carefully considered your suggestion...I plan...to go to the Federation Mechanical Warfare Academy."
