Per his request, Erica had not been made aware of what he did for her and her team.
She was, however, informed of what transpired. And to say that she was disappointed with herself was an understatement. Now, here she was, mopping at a corner of a room with a clouded expression.
"Erica~~!!" One of her teammates called out to her, pouting as she marched where she was. "Come on, quite sulking. We're not blaming you at all. Give me a smile, please?"
"That doesn't really make me feel better." Erica sadly pointed out. "I think I'd actually prefer if you guys were mad at me. After all, my carelessness caused you to lose your lifespans."
This...this is what she was mad about. In this team of hers, Erica was designated to be their support; someone who's supposed to look after them and make sure that they would safely return from their mission.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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