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...A data scientist, yet also a woman as simple as the seaweeds she cultivates.

She chose to stay, or perhaps knew that following the Institute of Ecological Art to another city would not truly have helped these seaweeds as they gradually lose their place out in the wild ocean.

But now... she has become one of the pollutants threatening them herself.

Irene closes her eyes.

She never knew this Ægir woman who loved seaweeds. She's only ever seen her image in the Little Handy. And now, before their first meeting, she's already become the Seaborn she sees before her.

Whether by rapier or handcannon, she should end its life.

I believe she can no longer answer our questions.

It seems you're familiar with this sort of thing.

I once heard a Seaborn play a broken song aboard a ship.

I apologize for underestimating you earlier, Irene.

The land and the sea are connected. You may not have experienced the frontlines of the Seaborn conflict, but you've witnessed both what has changed and what has not, equal in their weight and cruelty.

But for now, let me handle this.

She is an Ægir.

Irene sees Secunda walk past her side, stopping in front of the Seaborn.

The expressionless Praefecta places her shield between the Seaborn and the wall covered in tanks, then raises her weapon at the once-woman.

(Wails)

Her journey ended♪

Her home close at hand♪

This song...

She chose this place to sleep.

The Seaborn collapses to the floor. The commander's shield blocks its spurting bodily fluids from entering the hydroponic tanks.

The seaweeds sway, quietly respirating.