"I'll probably just settle down. I don't really have anywhere else to go, since I can't go back home after what we did."
"I see," Ajka replies, "With any luck, we'll see each other again."
She pauses, wondering what to say next.
"I wish you luck," Ajka gleams, "Wherever you go."
She lies back in the bed, grinding her teeth and bottling down the pain of her bandages rubbing against her scorched and shredded skin. Ajka imagined her recuperation and reintegration into a Zentragoth at relative peace. It would take months, if not years of physical rehabilitation to repair her broken body if the searing pain she felt every time she moved was any indication. Still, her condition was not nearly as bad as some others, and she was grateful that with enough time and determination, she could heal well enough to live almost normally, even though she could never pilot a fighter again.