[ She draws in a breath, long and slow but quivering on the exhale; feeling Taako next to her and offering his support doesn't go unappreciated - it's just that she can't express it, at the moment. Her brow furrows as the explosions start in the scene playing out before them and she— doesn't really want to talk about it. She doubts Taako would force her to.

But a part of her has to say something, anything. ]

I was living with my pro team in Seoul back then. My parents were just outside of the city. I was supposed to see them that weekend, because we'd just won a tournament and we got to have time off, but... those things attacked the city.

[ The memory reveals, now, that as Hana and her team were being ushered downstairs, she managed to catch a glimpse of what was going on just outside - whatever is attacking, it looks just like the mech that Hana now proudly pilots, albeit less pink and without a glass canopy. Just a faceless machine with fusion cannons that never run out of ammunition. ]

They were supposed to be protecting us.