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[ Regardless of what some off-world cadets may claim, it turns out that they actually don't brainwash those who become SeeDs. Therefore, even if one goes and gets hired on as part as the staff? There's definitely nothing that says they just magically forget about things that were known as a cadet.

Case in point: the 'secret area' of the training center, which may just become the location of a rather unpleasant surprise for anyone who dares to make a late-night trip up to the secluded balcony there- Instructor Claire Farron, leaning against the rail and looking generally... well, miserable, though as always she's bound to be trying to hide it.

Of course, how she ever found the place to begin with when she has no real friends is up for debate.

In any case, obviously she's not exactly in a good mood, and obviously, she's probably not doing much of this 'sleeping' thing recently. This extends to the day time as well, as anyone who's in her classes or currently being tutored may notice she's suddenly grown even more tense and prone to distancing herself... and if not that, then they should still be pretty hard-pressed to miss that several days ago she cut off most of her hair. The reason for that should be clear; she is not a fan of particular recent arrivals.

Good luck figuring out when she actually does stuff like shower or eat anything besides the occasional in-hand fruit now, although people are still welcome to try.... ]

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[He nods, though he doesn't say anything. He's been given a little background on that, though not much.]

[subjected]

[ No matter. She takes in a breath, but that's all the pause she needs- she's used to being expected to report things on short notice. ]

Over the course of three weeks, myself and three others - Instructor Wilder and Cadets 'Goose' and Hayes - were sent to three different locations for... an apparently random amount of time. However, from the point of view of the people left behind, we would apparently disappear during the beginning of the week, then reappear exactly three days later, regardless of how much time we'd experienced elsewhere.

... Each of the three locations was from a place and event that had happened in the past to the people I'd been grouped with. My world was never seen.

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[He takes that in. And each time they were returned to this world, this time? What does it mean? ...It's better to not think about it. Even if he did he probably wouldn't understand.

Focusing on the Garden lights beyond the balcony he wonders what he'll do for all these other worlders. What he can even do.]

Can I ask what your world's like?

[subjected]

Endangered. [ An immediate response, and one she just leaves to hang in the air for a few seconds before slowly looking away. ] But otherwise... you'll have to be more specific.

[ Yes, she can produce a description even if he doesn't, but... where do you even start, describing an entirely separate world? The differences, the similarities...? ]