The bazaar was boring as the spread out and continued to look around with their senses. Kitsume knew that they were different from hers. The Remnants had grave senses, where as hers were something different entirely. Sometimes she could swear the rest of the Remnants were waiting for her to one day pop up as a spirit on their radar. But she wasn't. Both Belmont and her knew the truth being that she was an augmented, no not demented, human. Well maybe a little demented. Her sense of humor was a bit off, but that was just her. No fear, no care if she died. She was the perfect soldier. And something told her, deep inside, she had always been the perfect little soldier.
The group converged back at the other end of the bazaar and continued on their path towards the barracks. This path would take them past the residental portion of the city. It was different to say the least. This new found order, from her previous life as an hired killer. Now she was part of a unit instead of solitary. Not only part of the unit, but now leading it.
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