The morning after the stew was something Jin could hardly put into words. The Command Wing, usually so sterile and cold, felt different—almost softer, as if it had taken a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't just the hearty meal that settled their stomachs; it was the quiet bond that was beginning to form among them, pulling them closer together. The atmosphere felt warmer between Sera, Clara, Rosa, and him, filled with a shared understanding and a delicate yet powerful sense of hope.
Jin spotted Sera at the command table, but she wasn't buried in tactical maps like usual. Instead, she was carefully cleaning her VX-07 Pulse-Lance, her hands steady and focused. The gentle clinking of metal under her touch created a calming rhythm. As he approached, he noticed something different; she didn't greet him with her usual sharp remark.
