Autumn Memories

"That's a good question, sugar. Let me marinate on that one for a lil' bit."

Natasha reflected on the question in contemplative silence. There was no doubt in her mind that she held a sincere belief in the Vandenreich, but that didn't entirely mean she was aware of their grander plans. The only higher-up she was familiar with was the man who presented himself to the public as Grandmaster---Cyrus Ast-Auramazda. Anyone else was an unknown. Hell, she barely knew who her Director was in her own division. That last fact definitely didn't sit right with her, but it was neither the time nor the place for reflecting on it. Not right now, at least. Turning back to the woman with a grin, she offered her honest answer.

"Guess it depends on what we define as good. I've met and interacted with the Grandmaster, and I genuinely believe he has good intentions for the Vandenreich. He's been nothin' short of a gentlemen, and his door is always open to almost anyone. As far as the other higher-ups? That's a lil' difficult to say. I hardly even know my direct superior that much. All in all, though, I think the Vandenreich are movin' in the right direction. We're just findin' the right pieces day by day, and that's the best ya can ask for, right?"

"Aw shucks, sweetheart. I'm glad ya hold me in such high esteem. I reckon the feelin' is plenty mutual."

Natasha offered a warm smile in response to her words. She prided herself on being a source of good morale to her fellow soldiers in the Vandenreich, after all. To receive genuine praise based on the first meeting alone was nothing short of heartwarming. Hell, she was excited to fight side by side with Victoria, maintaining balance across the realm of the living as they continued to develop their friendship. Was she thinking too far ahead of herself?

Perhaps, but, then, this life was a short one. Fundamentally speaking, leading a life like this inevitably welcomed conflict. Conflict always throws one's survival into a realm of uncertainty. She hated it, but such was reality. It was better to foster whatever bond one could reasonably gain out of this life, and Natasha gladly welcomed forming a bond with Victoria. Finishing the remnants of her meal, Natasha washed down her food with the remaining drops of soda pop, rising from her spot at the table. Extending her hand forward, maintaining that welcoming expression, Natasha grinned.

"Vastime's in mighty dire straits right now, I admit, but I'm confident we can put our best foot forward and rescue the rest of them from annihilation's door. Considerin' what small sample I saw out of ya today, we're gon' make a great team, sugar. Kickin' ass and savin' lives. Like a pair of proud soldiers. I'm glad I met ya, Victoria. Let's achieve great things together, shall we?"