The name "Ulu" felt foreign to me now. The expression I gave felt like the ones I received after the re-brandings I saw given to those interned on Sephalon VI that were deemed "unfit" for society. It felt beneath me, but the tone in which Sophie said it made me. feel. again. I whipped around to see this outline of bright hues and knew that her intentions were pure. The vibrant blues and greens that traced the familiar silhouette embraced me like the first sun of spring. I yearned to stay in that silhouette for a millennia, but was shunted by a swift jolt across my face that burned with effeminate scorn. "I thought you were dead" she said with disdain as what was the outline of her eyes turned a fiery red with anger and her chest a sullen purple shade. I scoffed. "This is the first time I've felt alive." I rebutted with a strange confidence that came from a place I had never known. She sunk deep into a thought and paused for what seemed like days. "You know what your journey is, don't you?" I nodded as if the words were too difficult to explicate why I was to leave her again. "Well, go... ....And don't tell me you'll be back soon." I smirked. As I clenched my fist as I aimed to return to the steel that kissed my fists with crimson, Sophie grabbed my hand, moved it to her face, and said "Scavenge the inner recesses of what you've been given and you will find what you are in search of." She gently kissed my hand, stepped back and uttered "And stay away from those with which your mind's eye sees as white--run. Promise me that, Ulu. Please?" I agreed almost immediately, unsure of what she meant.
She backed up, and vanished as quickly as she appeared. The sparkling remnants of green and blue fluttered and fell like dust settling. I returned to my work. I was to visit Pyraxia--the home world of the commander to investigate, and had ambitions of returning to Sophie as soon as my task was complete.