Adaptability. The ability to shift oneself to the needs of the situation. While most would say that humanity had it in spades hence their constant progress in technological evolution, I, for one, have no faith in my own species' ability to even try to move away from their comfort zone. Hell, I find it hard and I already know it can kill me. What more for the average bloke that didn't even know that doing nothing would kill them? From an outsider's perspective, it was simply suicidal and moronic; like watching someone knowingly killing themselves off like lemmings walking off a bridge. 'And even then you don't care, do you.' Unfortunately for you, Ica, I'm at least self-aware for it to somewhat work on me. I already began trying to help the others, right? That's already one step forward. 'And you're more than likely to do it all the way,' Ica scoffe

GRIGORI ⬛⬛⬛ Even in his retirement, Grigori was always an obligate warrior. He considered his place to be on the battlefield. Despite his admittedly above-average skill in defensive warfare and troop management, the Lord Stone never wished it upon himself to be seated into a more comfortable position training troops and assembling Imperial Army contingents. In fact, he never even wanted to act as a mentor, only being thrust into the position in virtue of his status as a Prime. Granted, it taught him the joys of teaching, Grigori still found himself wishing that he was swinging around his large war hammer and moving the earth to his whims. Then again, being away from the battlefield in his twilight years had forced him to appreciate the lack of problems that entailed being responsible for the lives of those he cared about. "Who in the world said

In the outskirts of the Vaion capital, the Emperor Babbage looked out onto the capital city with a pensive expression on his face. Beside him, the defeated Queen of Vaio stood defiantly despite the chains shackling her to submission. It was rather admirable that her fellow royal still had some fight left in her, but at the same time, he could already see the hope starting to drain from the Queen's face the longer they laid siege to her capital. "It would seem that we're at an impasse," the Emperor sighed with his arms crossed over his chest. "Your people are putting up a good fight, Lady Aristote." "The people of Vaio will never submit to tyranny, Lord Babbage," the Queen haughtily responded. "This is our home. And we'll be damned if we simply surrender to the people that wish to take it by force." Charlie sighed as he shook his head. During their

LOVE ⬛⬛⬛ "This is.... problematic..." The royal Prime blinked at the concerning sight before her. Having volunteered to secure the northern gate against Lord Blaze, Love at least expected a nightmare to greet her with soldiers dropping like flies to their opponent's overwhelming might. However, what was currently before her was anything but. "Lady Cosmic?" Love partly opened her mouth in shock as Lady Frost casually swung her knife around like the child she always looked like. Wearing what was essentially her formal robes as a Prime, the young Prime looked like she was dancing to her own tune as she systematically cut down friend and foe in her path. The icicles hovering above her never seemed to thaw in the midday sun even as they emitted minute shards of ice towards anything that moved; in