"Kizusu, it's time for bed." "But I don't wanna go to bed." Kizusu groaned. She hated having to go to bed while she was gaming. Her mother frowned almost, looking saddened for a moment by her response. But then, a sudden smile appeared on her face. Kizusu braced herself for another takeaway of her privileges or a speech about how she was to be so very righteous and listen to her mother. "If you go to bed, I'll tell you the story again." Kizusu's face changed to shock, then immediate joy as she powered down the computer, rushing to bed with a newfound vigor. She made herself comfy as her mother went and got the old war journal once more. The journal was a dog eared book. Having become tattered and worn over the years. It held many secrets that even Kizusu's father didn't know about his wife, or what she did during the Second Siren War. Indeed, it was the most prized possession of Musashi. The journal was also one of her last remaining gifts from the fabled carrier who had ended the war. She held it close to her chest before she reentered her daughter's room. Her mind slowly filling with thoughts of her friend. Her only friend after what had happened. They had been one in the same: Both forgone by their leaders. Riddled with failures and disdain. Musashi stood in a lullaby like silence before entering the room, going to her daughter with a smile. "Tonight, we'll start from the beginning once more."