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I sat on the cold floor of my room, my fingers were numb as they clawed through the half-ripped tactical bag I'd been lugging around since the raid before the memory dungeon. The thing was battered, mud-stained, metal-buckled and was stitched together by grime and sheer will. It had been tossed aside during the chaos of me going to the infirmary, forgotten in the infirmary hallway, waiting like some old relic for me to finally remember it mattered.
I tipped it over, spilling all its contents like guts on the floor. Everything I had in the bag was things I thought would be necessary for me, from empty capsule shells, to broken stim patches, an old visor lens cracked across the centre, and...
There it was.
The glow it gave off made the air feel heavier.
A red glow. Pulsing gently like a heartbeat.
