Kal'tsit pauses at the door of the command center. 'Dr. Kal'tsit?' The girl inside takes notice. She lifts her head in an attempt to catch Kal'tsit's gaze. However, stacks of files sprawled across the conference table obscures most of her face, revealing only the tips of a pair of fluffy ears. 'The leader of the Leithanian convoy did not object to our terms.' Kal'tsit listens as she moves towards the girl, gathering the scattered files. 'That doesn't mean they'll agree to all of them.' 'Right. While they were polite during the negotiations, the way they looked at me felt... cold and menacing.' The girl winces, as if still feeling the sting of their sugar-coated animosity. 'Try not to—' '—be influenced by the emotions of others, especially their negative ones. I understand.' The girl's smile is reassuring. 'Don't worry. I've already put them under the surveillance of Mantra's squad. Logos assured me that if they harbored any ill intentions towards Rhodes Island, their hands would be frozen to their staffs before they could even cast.' Logos likely tempered his rhetoric when describing the devastating effects of his Arts to protect this young girl. It has become a common practice among the Operators, who adjust to her leadership while subconsciously taking her as a child who needs protection. Yet anyone who assumes that eleven-year-old Amiya needs protection is soon taken aback by her shrewdness and meticulous nature. Young Amiya is growing quickly. She has already outgrown her bespoke dress from three months ago, and the rate at which her mind expands is even more remarkable. There were times when Kal'tsit felt that each day, the Amiya she saw was slightly different from the day before. She wasn't sure if it was merely a hallucination or if the influence of Civilight Eterna on Amiya hadn't been completely subdued. 'Dr. Kal'tsit...' Amiya's voice softened, like a pin dropping in a silent room. 'I've been dreaming again.' 'What did you dream about?' 'I dreamed of... a person. She sat next to me, held my hand, and spoke of many things. Some were from my past, while others seemed like experiences yet to come.' 'The future?' 'Umm... Maybe. She told me that in a massive nomadic city with steel high walls, a terrible war will break out. Many, especially the Sarkaz, will perish, and black rocks will spread everywhere.' 'And as she spoke of these things, she was...' 'She was so very upset, but she was strong and didn't keep crying. She said she would never give up and that the future would become better.' Kal'tsit extends her hand to the little girl. In the past year, the deceased have not been a topic commonly discussed. Perhaps Amiya still needed comfort to cope with her losses. 'Amiya, it is only natural to miss those we've lost. You need not suppress your feelings for Theresa.' 'Well... I do miss Theresa a whole lot, but it wasn't her in my dream.' Amiya's eyes widen. 'Dr. Kal'tsit, I think... the person in my dream was me.' Kal'tsit is slightly taken aback by this revelation, but before she can respond, Amiya has already rushed forward and embraced her. 'All this talking has made me hungry.' The young girl shakes Kal'tsit's hands, her eyes shining with a precious look. She begins to drag Kal'tsit along, her voice bubbling with excitement. 'Dr. Kal'tsit, won't you keep me company?' 'What should we get? Baked beans sound nice. Mr. Scout said that adding carrots would make them sweeter...' 'Brr... Ursus sure is cold. Do you think those who sit around all day feel cold too?' 'Say, Dr. Kal'tsit, do you ever... Dr. Kal'tsit...' Kal'tsit holds onto Amiya's hand, allowing herself to be led. As Amiya's cheerful chatter fills the air, Kal'tsit finds herself lost in thought— Closure has done an impressive job with the landship. The lights in this corridor are so much brighter now.