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Only Human (Goddess of Victory NIKKE SI)

Chapter 78 - …When They're Making a Mistake
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Chapter 78 - …When They're Making a Mistake
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Rapi had, the very instant she'd recovered, launched herself at the Lord-class and kicked it off of Sunny and Joe as hard as she could. The whole thing was knocked clean off the MP Nikke, and crashed on its side bonelessly. While Rapi had drawn Wolf's Bane and moved to drive the barrel into its core, she was caught flat-footed to find that it was already dead.

Turning aside, she found Sunny laid out next to Joe, her legs visibly partially collapsed from fighting against the weight of a Lord, the ground around her surrounded by Nikke blood; and Joe himself, coated in Sunny's blood as well, with a massive pile of hot brass next to him. The man was noticeably and extremely discombobulated.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened as Mia, the team medic, rushed to Joe and Sunny's side. The Commander, deranged maniac that he continually proved himself to be, had dumped the magazine of his weapon into the Rapture's core when Sunny had caught and effectively held it at point-blank range.

Rapi was quick to descend upon the idiotic man, scooping him up despite Mia's protesting to cradle him with extreme worry. He was… Awake, but saying he was 'conscious' would be pushing it. The raw burst of Nikke-grade weapons fire must have rattled and stunned him. He'd need a few minutes to recover, at least.

He was probably even concussed to some degree, given how hard Nikke-grade munitions were on mere humans.

"You idiot," Rapi chastised him with a heavy grimace. "Absolute moron, damned fool…!" The blonde practically whined as she drew the Commander in, even as he groaned, mumbled under his breath, and otherwise indicated that he wasn't fully aware of what was happening around him.

Once it was clear that Rapi couldn't be separated from him, but he was in no apparent life-threatening danger, Mia had shifted her attention to Sunny. The twintailed blonde's legs were totalled, she'd need to be carried back to the Ark, but she'd ultimately be fine. The risk she'd taken to protect their Commander was noted, however, despite her sour attitude, when it mattered, she saved his life. That mattered, and would be remembered.

The salvage team, having converged on their location just in time to witness a Commander kill a Lord, kicked themselves into gear and moved to secure the surrounding area.

The whole lot took every chance they could in order to steal a wondrous glance at the Commander and the Nikke clinging to him with such terrified, desperate affection. This, on top of his having been an already known favourite of Mustang and trusted ally of Tetra Line beforehand.

Word would quickly spread among their number that he'd put his own life on the line to defend a 'mere' iDoll, and in so doing directly killed a Lord-class himself. He was doubtlessly going to become a celebrity among Tetra Line's forces with rapidity.

Such was the way in which providence guided the hand of the Legendary Commander of Goddess.



When Joe eventually became fully aware again, he was met by Rapi cradling him as they sat in the midst of a pop-up medical camp. It was confirmed that he'd concussed himself firing First Affection on full-auto, and that the only reason he didn't require a shoulder replacement was that he had the presence of mind to brace the gun against the ground, rather than his arm.

The exoskeleton, which he'd been warned wasn't rated to absorb the full-auto recoil of a Nikke-grade firearm, had damn near failed under that punishment, as he was told it would. Again, bracing it against the ground meant that the majority of the recoil it produced was dissipated directly into the street, but the exoskeleton still had to contend with more than it should have.

The exoskeleton was still functional, but he wasn't going to be using First Affection for the rest of the operation. Not that he could regardless: he'd spent the entire magazine, after all.

Sunny was a mission casualty, given that her legs were absolutely destroyed preventing the Heavy Metal Rapture from crushing him. She was unconscious when Joe and Rapi went to check on her, by her own request. She didn't want to be aware when she had injuries that so obviously marked her as non-human.

Some Nikkes were like Anis and Neon, and could just shrug off reminders that they had metal bones and hyper-tech artificial muscles, at least in the short term. Others… Preferred to be placed into an induced coma until they were fixed back up. He could hardly hold it against Sunny, and it was all Joe could do to lightly touch the twintailed blonde's forehead, and wish pleasant dreams upon her until they could get her to a repair centre.

He'd been informed that Mica, Belorta, and Cammie were all fine as well. They'd fallen from the roof of the tower, yes, but they'd all caught the side of the building, drove their hands into the structure, and were able to slow their descent enough to be able to kick off the wall when close to the ground and completely disperse all of their momentum into a series of rolls.

They were all also apparently really peeved that nobody saw them pull that off, and Joe could understand why: it sounded like it would have looked really cool.

Though the girls all had the skin stripped from their hands doing that stunt, they all just shut off their pain receptors and were able to keep functioning. They, along with Mia, opted to accompany the salvaging team that went out to keep searching for the Harmony Cube.

From Cammie, that wasn't too surprising, but Joe couldn't help but feel more than a little impressed by Mica and Belorta proving themselves to have no small amount of mettle. The two rocketeers didn't exactly strike him as hardened warriors, despite being Nikkes. Old Nikkes, at that. Even the cutest of girls could be tough little troopers in the Ark, as it turned out.

Joe couldn't help but feel more than a degree of pride in the entire team. They'd more than proven themselves to be worthy and reliable allies, so far as he was concerned.

That all being said, Rapi remained absolutely locked to his side, her arm locked around his. Both because he'd been hurt and she was worried, and because he was still concussed and had already once gone light-headed to the point that he'd have lost his footing, had the blonde not been holding onto him at the time.

The Commander was in no state to be accompanying Nikkes into potential combat for now, so he sat out the remainder of the operation, and would be forced to check in at the Outpost hospital once they were back. They needed to ensure there wasn't anything seriously wrong with him, given the concussion.

So, it was all he could do to settle in, sit among the small medical team, and wait.

Some time later, Rocketeer and the salvage unit rocked up to the temporary medical post they'd built near the now-dead Lord-class. Reports suggested that they'd actually cleared out the Rapture infestation with that battle, and might have made the Lost Sector safe to tear apart with wild abandon for any and all resources within.

Mica marched up to Joe, dropped the backpack she was wearing, dug into it, and presented the prize they'd descended down there to find to begin with. A small block, about the size of a Rubik's cube. Black, textured similarly to the uneven cubic manner in which the structures of the Lost Sector were, with squared-off 'windows' which revealed a red core within. "Look, Commander! We found it!"

With a smile, Joe gave the little brunette with absurdly flowing long hair a thumbs-up. "Hell yeah you did."

As Mica beamed, Belorta stepped forward, the little silverette too grinning broadly. "Hey, hey, Co~mmander! Syuen said that the one Harmony Cube was absolutely hers, and that every single other thing in the Lost Sector belonged to us, riiiight?"

Joe blinked, nodding once. "Yeah, her declaration and the contract she had me sign emphasized that the only thing she was interested in was 'that singular one,' and that 'every single other thing you might find down there, belongs to you.' She pretty clearly wanted me to feel like the job would be worth my time."

Belorta's smile widened with each word that came from Joe's mouth, and with a bounce on her heel (which almost made Joe grimace and hurgle, given the reminder that Belorta was quite well endowed despite her diminutive size), she buried her hand into one of her large pouches-

To withdraw a second Harmony Cube.

"So, this one would be one of the 'every single other things' Syuen mentioned, then?" The golden-eyed little woman inquired with a gremlin-esque smile.

Joe stared at the black-bodied, blue-accented cube that had a circular window to a bright, sky-blue core. He'd gone blank-faced, then an absolute, shit-eating grin found purchase on his features, alongside a rumbling chortle building upon his lips into a gut-busting laugh to the Heavens above.

Belorta and Mica's eyes sparkled at Joe's reaction, while Cammie made a valiant effort to not look totally taken with how utterly rapturously joyous the Commander's reaction was. Joe jumped to his feet, actually startling Rapi enough that she missed his arm when she tried to reach out and clasp onto him again.

Joe's first instinct was to reach down and pick Belorta up by the waist to spin her around, because holy shit, get fucked, Syuen! However, part of him remembered that he was both concussed, and also that Belorta, being a Nikke, weighed some 360kg, or about 800lbs. Meaning he'd probably throw out his back like a decrepit old man if he latched onto her waist and tried to lift her off her feet.

So, he just reached out, cupped and squeezed her cheeks, laughing uproariously like a madman. "What did I do to be blessed with such wonderful Nikkes, huh?" He rhetorically inquired with a gleeful cheer. "Screwing over Syuen by the letter of her own word! The best! My girls are the absolute best! Ha!"

Belorta's eyes lit up like fireworks at the positive attention, her smile stretching ear-to-ear, then she plonked her hands (including the cube she was still holding) over Joe's, bouncing in place excitedly alongside an also eager Mica.

Mia had ambled over from where she'd been checking on Sunny, a more reserved smile on her face. She seemed just as heartened to see their Commander absolutely glazing them for a job well done. A very, very rare occurrence for any Nikke.

Rapi remained close to Joe, ready to grab him if he looked like he was about to experience another fainting spell, but otherwise remained quiet. Both because of her own persisting worries about the situation between herself and the man, but also because she was used to Joe being decent upon a successful mission, while this was something of a first for the iDolls and Carronades.

So she'd just let them have this, and remain focused on keeping to Joe's side and ensuring he was as safe as he could be at any given moment, even if from his own foolishly self-inflicted injuries.



With their mission done, Joe, Rapi, the Carronades and iDolls all departed from the Oregon Lost Sector and set off to return to the Ark.

The salvaging team remained behind with their own vertical take-off and landing vehicles, having confirmed beyond a reasonable doubt that the failed Ark was clear of Raptures and safe to pillage unopposed. They'd rip everything up, analyze it, package it, then bring it back to the Outpost to be shoved into their resource piles and used as the Commander saw fit.

Which meant that the Initial Rapture Invasion-era Nikke parts from the Lost Sector's long-abandoned repair centre would be following them shortly. Along with a whole mess of other raw materials they'd be able to find all sorts of uses for.

The former members of Goddess were going to get a much-needed round of proper maintenance with parts which—while still nowhere near proper Grimms material—were a damn sight better than the improvised and jury-rigged Rapture junk they'd been using since having left Eden. Rapi especially would benefit from this, after she'd gone and damaged her body by using Exceed against Modernia- Marian.

Additionally, in the back of his mind, Joe recalled their stop at the Northern Base—and specifically upon considering Rapi—Ludmilla requesting that Joe ask Mustang for permission to have Snow White perform maintenance on Alice. The little pink bunny girl who too had an Exceed system, but one which was actually incredibly faulty compared to Rapi's.

With that in mind, he'd make a point to set an entire body's worth of spare parts aside for Alice and put in the request to Mustang as soon as possible, then get Syuen her Harmony Cube, before passing his Harmony Cube along to Ingrid. He needed to have their Harmony Cube identified before they could do much of anything with it, and if Elysion would potentially benefit from having it on hand, giving it to them to use much like Syuen would use hers.

They shortly arrived at the Outpost, or the trip at least felt short given how Joe had passed out pretty hard and wound up sleeping most of the way there. At any rate, Sunny was immediately picked up and brought to the repair centre, while Joe was instantly dragged to the armoury to deposit his exoskeleton and First Affection for repairs and maintenance, then to the newly-established hospital.

Rapi would hear no arguments, and made it clear that if the man attempted to protest, she'd throw him over her shoulder and carry him there like an undignified sack of potatoes.

Upon arriving at said medical centre, which just looked like a normal hospital, a nurse gave Joe an examination to see if he was okay.

He was, for the most part. He indeed had a minor concussion, and some bruising on his arms where he'd suffered blunt force trauma death-gripping First Affection while mag-dumping it, but he'd be fine as long as he sat his ass down and didn't slam his head on anything for a while. A tall order for him, yes, but one he could at least give the ol' college try.

When Rapi asked about the fact that a doctor hadn't been sent to check on him, she was told by the nurse that 'Doctor Mary' was set to transfer to the Outpost alongside 'Doctor Pepper' in a few days, and they'd likely call Joe back to check him over again.

Until then, the Outpost's hospital was just staffed by some temporary Ark nurses to basically get the place running in preparation for the proper permanent staff's arrival.

The mention of 'Dr. Pepper' caused Joe to long for a Dr Pepper, which made him kind of sad, but otherwise, everything seemed to be okay, so he was cleared to return to the Command Centre and not go around doing anything while recovering from his injuries.

Before setting off, he stopped and sent Syuen a message, requesting a Missilis representative be sent to the Command Centre for a package pick-up, alongside messaging Mustang to request a brief meeting as early as tomorrow, if he could spare the time.

Rapi, again, escorted him back dutifully, the pair arriving home to little fanfare. Pioneer were off helping with some construction, apparently, while the other girls were either at the repair centre, or off working in the case of Anis.

Or… Whatever it was Neon was doing. Joe actually had no idea what Neon was doing. When was even the last time he'd seen her? Bah, probably not important, she'd show up sooner or later and turn out to have been doing nothing important.

Mustang confirmed that he could show up to talk to Joe the following day, just as a Missilis courier showed up at the Command Centre. Joe handed them the Harmony Cube—in a sealed box, of course—and they already understood that it was to be delivered straight to Syuen, no questions asked.

With that, the red-cored Harmony Cube was hauled off, and Joe's end of the agreement with Missilis was fulfilled, Syuen being none the wiser to the sheer scope of the mistake she'd thoughtlessly made. A very, very profitable venture for Counters and their sub-squads, to say the least.

As soon as all business was done, Rapi immediately directed Joe to the elevator, clearly intent on dragging him to his room and having him lay down right away. Any other day, he would have complained, but, concussion. It would probably be wise for him to not fuck around and lay his weary head to rest as early as possible.

Thus, quickly enough, he was in his room, was stripped down to a more comfortable state, and found himself seated on the edge of his bed. He sighed as no small amount of fatigue started catching up to him all at once.

Rapi lightly fussed over the man, understandably still concerned given everything that had happened. He wasn't too bothered by having a beautiful woman worry about him, and, in the midst of seeing her seeming to cling to excuses to stay with him as long as possible…

"Am I going to find myself waking up with you cuddled up next to me again, at this rate?" Joe teasingly asked as his mouth moved faster than his brain, causing him to wind up stunlocking himself.

Rapi had, in turn, recoiled as her eyes went as wide as dinner plates, her face turning as brilliant a ruby red as her irises. She stared at Joe, who had frozen still with a seemingly unphased, expectant expression on his face. Not being privy to his internal thoughts, she did not hear his internal screaming.

After a few moments, Rapi shyly averted her gaze, suddenly playing with her own fingers, she lightly bit her bottom lip. Then, she responded shakily, "W-would you like that…?" The anticipatory edge to her tone wasn't lost on Joe.

For his part, Joe's brain first crashed, then rebooted, then went into overdrive as it devoted all of its runtime to this singular moment, to process that response of Rapi's.

A great many thoughts fired through his mind over the course of a few seconds, including the fact that while Rapi didn't remember it, or at least not as much as he did, she was still Red Hood. Meaning that that had been intimate a great many times as it was, meaning it would hardly be new ground they'd be breaking.

If anything, it would just be a step taken back to what they had before. Something that the both of them had very much enjoyed, back then.

Then his libido, which he'd been fighting so hard to suppress for a great number of reasons, upon being granted an inch, decided to forcibly take an entire mile and suddenly Joe could see nothing besides Rapi's flawless figure, her peak womanly countenance, the borderline ethereal quality of her hauntingly familiar yet exotic features, how very perfect she was from top to bottom…

Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it FUCK IT-

"I very much wouuuuaaa-" Joe started with an anticipatory timber of his own, only to start tipping over as he grew lightheaded and slurred his words. His concussion reaching out and slapping both himself, and a visibly mortified Rapi who had lunged out to catch him.

"-You need to go to sleep, Joe," Rapi said in a hushed, yet somewhat forceful tone. She did her best to repress the disappointment she felt, but holy shit what cruel timing.

The Commander let out a heavy groan as he allowed the gorgeous blonde to gently lower him onto the bed, before retreating just enough to grab the bed's sheet and cover him with it. The unspoken message was clear: nothing would happen while the man was actively concussed.

While that might have been perfectly understandable, it didn't make it any less frustrating given that Joe's defences had only just given out.

Rapi quickly beat a hasty retreat, standing and immediately moving for the door to depart. She did stop and turn to call back over her shoulder: "Send me a message if you need anything, okay? Even if it's just a glass of water, don't get out of bed unless you have to."

Joe just nodded, taking a few heavy, bracing breaths.

"...Good night, Joe," Rapi said with a forced even tone, doing her best to not let her own frustration show. They both noticed it, however, which made it all the worse.

"Night, Rapi," Joe answered in turn, to which Rapi nodded and set off, closing the lights behind her as she did, leaving the man to lay there and rue his life in the dark. Granted, it probably would be an exceptionally bad idea to get intimate with a 630kg cyborg super soldier while concussed, but still. It would probably be worth it. Maybe.

At this rate, surrounded by all of these unreasonably beautiful women, some of whom were being very forward with their interest in him, Joe knew that there was an increasingly high chance of him slipping up as he just did with Rapi again, sooner or later.

Turning aside, he caught sight of Marian's ID on his nightstand, her gentle, soothing smile hitting him like a brick. Then, he remembered Cinderella's heartfelt confession. Hell, even Privaty had been acting a certain kinda way with him, hadn't she? He felt his stomach twist and form a knot as he rolled onto his side and settled a hand over his chest.

He didn't want to hurt anyone. Yet he was just a man, surrounded by too-beautiful women, who had too-complicated relationships with him, who he had too-complicated feelings for.

Joe loved these women with all of his heart, but God damn it, did they not make it easy for him. Or rather, they made it entirely too easy to love them.

As he drifted off to sleep, the man renowned as the Legendary Commander mused upon the notion that he really wasn't sure that he was built for this.
 
Chapter 79 - The Blinders Come Off
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Chapter 79 - The Blinders Come Off
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The following morning, Joe awoke to a message from Syuen, denoting that she was deeply pleased with the results of the operation, and the sheer punctuality of it. She'd not been expecting to receive the Harmony Cube so quickly, evidently, and made a point to note that he should expect more job offerings in the future.

Otherwise, Mustang arrived not long after Joe woke up, and was not only quick to green light the suggestion that Snow White be allowed to perform maintenance on Alice, and he also metaphorically kicked himself for not having thought of that himself.

He also praised Joe for having the discretion to not just message this to Mustang over Blabla. Joe just said 'Opsec' in reply, to which Mustang chortled and departed. He'd arrange transport to bring Snow White to the Northern Base to get it done, just as soon as Joe requested it.

Obviously, Pioneer came first in that regard, but it shouldn't take Snow White too long to do her thing and get herself and her squadmates in better working order. Then, she could maybe make life a bit easier for Alice.

Ludmilla would surely appreciate that, if nothing else.

At any rate, Joe descended into the ground floor of the Command Centre to raid the kitchen for breakfast. Upon reaching the dining area, he found Anis, dressed down in her worryingly low-cut tank top, short shorts, thigh highs and little else. She was just finishing her usual bowl of morning off-brand Froot Loops.

Notably, the short-haired blonde instantly clammed up and displayed no small amount of anxiety the moment Joe was in sight. "Uh… Morning, Commander," she awkwardly acknowledged his presence, making a point to avoid looking directly at him.

Pausing mid-step, Joe's brow furrowed as he considered how she'd been behaving lately in general. Every time he'd seen her, she grew awkward and anxious. Visibly uncomfortable and uncertain, even at the maid café. She'd been behaving this way since returning from the Arctic.

"Anis," the burly man started, shifting to face the haphazard Nikke, visibly disconcerted. "You've been avoiding me since our mission to the Yukon."

At that, the blonde's body language tensed significantly. Her expression soured, and she started to subtly tremble.

That was probably a bad sign.

"What's wrong?" Joe immediately inquired, closing distance with her, but not quite reaching out to touch her.

Anis remained silent, her spoon lightly shaking as she made a concerted effort to not look Joe's way, or even acknowledge him. She was visibly terrified, to the man's intense confusion and mounting concern.

At that point, he did reach out and set a hand on her shoulder, eliciting a grimace and low whine from her. "Anis, seriously. What is it? What happened?"

"Nothing," the golden-eyed Nikke asserted sharply, with a slight tremble in her voice. Still refusing to meet Joe's gaze.

There was a beat as the man considered the woman, before he reached out, pulled out the chair next to her, and set his ass down right next to her. "Anis, come on," he started, leaning over the blonde's way. "You are boisterous, brash, and opinionated to a fault. You aren't convincing me that everything's okay by acting so uncharacteristically skittish."

At that, Anis grimaced, looking more than a little put-off by Joe's words. "Jeez, make me sound like an utter gorilla, why don't you," she whined, looking more than a little hurt. "...Being seen like that is about what I deserve though, isn't it…" She mused in a recriminatory manner.

Closing his eyes and sighing very deeply, Joe knew this wasn't going to be fun as he locked in. "Alright, neither of us are moving from this spot until you tell me what's happening with you. I'm not having this hanging over our heads like a storm cloud and potentially causing problems in the field."

Anis let out a low whine of dismay, dropping her spoon in the cereal bowl before crossing her arms across her stomach, now she was staring at the wall next to her, rather than at the Commander. Of course, she didn't say anything.

Even after at least a good, awkward minute.

"For the love of God Anis," Joe groaned, setting a hand over his eyes as he rued how this seemed like it was going to take a while.

"...Don't," the typically cacophonous blonde said meekly.

"Don't what?" The brunet, meanwhile, was already growing frustrated with the blonde's refusal to cooperate.

"Don't make me talk," she all but pleaded, her body language screaming intense discomfort.

That all but bushwhacked Joe, leaving him utterly gobsmacked and confused. Anis loved to talk. That much was made clear by how she'd go out of her way to spar with Neon just to justify yapping both in the field, and in the Outpost. "Why?" Joe asked with no small amount of confusion.

"Because I might make you hurt yourself again!" Anis snapped at him, curling in on herself with a heavy, deeply guilty grimace.

If Joe had thought he was caught off-guard before, he actually recoiled in shock, staring at the woman with eyes the size of dinner plates. His mind crashed, and he struggled to process her assertion.

Hurt himself? What? When? He hadn't-

Joe stopped, blinked several times in rapid succession, and his eyes were suddenly forcibly opened. He had injured himself. Right when they got back from the Yukon. He'd dug his nails into his palms badly enough that Rapi had forced him to go to a hospital to get them checked out.

And he'd hurt himself because of… Marian. He'd panicked. Flipped his shit, and lost control of himself. He was overwhelmed by what had happened. "-How was that your fault?" He inquired as he did his best to gather himself.

Anis scoffed, still refusing to look at Joe in the midst of this incredibly uncomfortable conversation. "You said it yourself. 'Anis is right everybody is just going to die if they try to rely on me.'"

There was a very long pause at that. Joe did not remember saying that. He- Blinked rapidly, again, feeling as though his eyes were being forcibly opened.

Anis did constantly bemoan and declare that she expected the entire team to be killed on every mission they deployed on. She didn't say it directly, but the implication was clear: she didn't trust Joe to keep them safe. She expected him to lead them to their deaths.

This, after she saw what had happened with Marian. After Anis saw Joe fail to protect Marian with her own eyes, and be forced to execute her himself, which ultimately led to her being turned into a Heretic.

Joe was rapidly being forced to wrestle with many things all at once. Up to, and including the fact that he had been actively attempting to avoid thinking about anything and everything on an interpersonal level.

Anis kept tearing open the wound, kept pouring salt all over the raw injury and reminding him of his failure, shouting directly into his face that she expected to suffer the same fate under his watch. Joe just refused to acknowledge this. He put it out of his conscious mind and marched onward, pushing such ugly notions back into his unconscious thoughts…

Into the same place where his dreaded feelings of being a failure of a 'Legendary Commander' wallowed. The same thoughts that whispered into his mind that he'd failed mankind once before, and surely would again, if he achieved anything less than instinctive mechanical perfection.

Oh.

Shit.

He was compartmentalizing everything. Too well. Too aggressively. Shoving things into such dark corners of his own mind that he would forget about them on a conscious level, while they gradually fermented into rot and poison. Blindly stumbling forward, in a near-drunken haze.

It was practically like there were multiple Joes that were hot-swapping into and out of control out of a mutually shared body.

The Joe that led Nikkes into combat, locking in, becoming the warrior he had once been for the sake of those who depended on him.

The Joe that bummed around the Outpost, feeling bad for himself and longing for what he no longer had.

The Joe that would offer his hand to the Nikkes under his command, lift them up, and show them that the Legendary Commander was back, and that they were his Goddesses of Victory, regardless of whether they were Grimms or Mass-Produced.

The Joe that went down into the Ark and had those little dates with Privaty, where he actively fought the pain down and projected the image of an ordinary, fun-loving guy. That same Joe that Marian had fallen for.

The Joe that reunited with Pioneer, that was a shadow of his old self in their presence, yet was still there despite it all. That same Joe that Cinderella loved so truly and wholly that she had waited for him for a hundred years, despite believing him dead.

The Joe that couldn't take it anymore, and periodically started imploding, only to be caught at the last possible moment by someone else, gradually burning himself out as he did his very best to deny the truth: that he was hopelessly overwhelmed, and kept forcing himself to pretend it wasn't the case as the foundations of himself buckled and crumpled in slow motion. Ready to fall. Ready to collapse. Ready to crash.

Holy fuck, he'd been just bumbling into active combat situations while metaphorically lobotomizing himself. He'd been in command of these girls and leading them into combat with blinders on.

The man was stunlocked. Staring into the aether as he was overwhelmed by these mental blocks all coming down at once. He'd put everything off, pushed all these problems into a closet and avoided acknowledging them to the point that now that he'd been reminded of the actual depths of his workload, he had no idea of where to start.

If he tried to pull any one thing from the pile, the structural integrity of it would fail, and the whole damned thing might well collapse right on top of him, crush him beneath all of these problems he'd let build up rather than address them as they came.

A Jenga tower of issues. Which block did he reach for, try removing first? What a right proper state he'd worked himself into, by refusing to do the work when it fell upon his desk. Lazy. Idiotic. Childish. How had he let all of this happen?

Amidst all of this, something caused him to take notice of Anis again. The girl was still sitting right there next to him, trying to avoid his attention. Joe liked her. Most of the time.

When she was decent, she was great to have around. She could be downright bubbly when she was upbeat. Her smile, when it was real, was something to behold—Anis was beautiful, gorgeous, fun. The type of girl your dumb ass would trip and become ass-over-teakettle smitten with if you bumped into her at the right time, when she was in the right mood.

When nobody else could, she remained by his side at the Northern Base, to ensure that he wouldn't wake up alone after everything that had happened. There was loyalty there. There was a trustworthy companion there, someone that had the potential to be a reliable ally.

But.

The constant tearing him down, reminding him of his failure. Rubbing her lack of faith in him in his face. Banging a drum as she sung about how he would get her and all of her fellow Nikkes killed, how she didn't trust him despite his best efforts to do right by she and her peers…

That, despite Joe's attempts to ignore it, had hurt him. Anis was preventing that Marian-shaped wound from healing. She was tearing it open repeatedly… Hell, she'd made it worse. Marian kept coming to mind unbidden. Marian kept dominating his thoughts, despite Joe knowing that he needed to move on and focus on the girls that needed him to prioritize them in the here and now.

Of course she did. Of course Marian was always there, at the forefront of his mind. Anis wouldn't let him forget. She wouldn't let him put what happened with Marian out of mind. She wouldn't let him move on without reminding him that she had about as much faith in him as she did the average Commander.

And why? What great failure and sin had he committed against her, Rapi, Neon, Sunny, Mia, Cammie, Mihara, and Yuni? When had he done anything less than go above and beyond to ensure they were all living as comfortably as they could? When had he done anything less than demonstrate his intense respect and consideration for the Nikkes under his command?

What had he done to deserve that from her? Legitimately? If Joe looked at everything objectively, if he stepped back and put aside his own personal hang-ups, he'd been putting his best foot forward when and where he could.

Was he handling his relationships with the individual girls as well as he could? No, obviously not. He was in a bad place, and kept deflecting any attempts from them to offer him emotional support, turning it around on them instead. He… Categorically refused to grant himself any relief at all. Even when it was reciprocal from the likes of Rapi.

But, he wasn't being unkind, or cruel to them. He wasn't being inconsiderate. He was trying his level best to make sure the Nikkes under his command lived well, lived comfortably, and without needing to face the discrimination they so commonly did in the Ark proper.

Yet, Anis kept digging her fingers into that gaping wound, tearing it open at every opportunity.

He stared at the blonde. Feeling no small amount of intense resentment flaring in his chest, once he'd started to actually acknowledge his interpersonal situations, rather than hyper fixating on the bigger picture.

What was he supposed to do now? Tell her that it was okay? That he didn't hold it against her? That he wasn't mad? None of those were true. Her cruel stabs and twisting of the knife… That's what was ultimately actually causing him to turtle up emotionally, wasn't it?

If Anis would continually shiv him in the kidneys as she had despite the fact that he was doing his best, what else would the other Nikkes do, if given the opportunity? Hell, that fear was reinforced in his own memories via Red Hood. They'd been in a relationship, Joe was sure that, if he wasn't in love with Rapi back then, he was damn close to it. Then, she just flipped and turned on him, and he didn't know why.

Anis was making this worse. She was validating that fear. That horrible anxiety that he wasn't good enough, that any of these girls he was doing so much for would turn around, and just attack him for reasons outside of his control.

Joe was trying to do everything he could for Anis. In turn, she hurt him. Because of things he hadn't done. In retaliation for sins that weren't even his, for actions performed by the Commander corps he constantly professed his own hatred for, in no small part for how they treated Nikkes like her.

The man stared at Anis for a few, long moments. Then, in the midst of feeling resentful anger swell in his chest, he stood up, and walked away. Joe knew himself. He knew what happened when he got mad. When he lost his temper—which came so easily to him—he got stupid and impulsive. He said and did things he'd regret. He said 'fuck it' and did things he knew he'd regret out of sheer, overwhelming spite. Salt the Earth, burn the bridge. Fuck it, fuck all of it.

Better that he leave, lest he do or say something he'd regret to Anis, regardless of how much she may well deserve it.

Of course, up and leaving without saying a word after a withering, nearly hateful glower was a telling decision in of itself. Anis shrunk in on herself, lips curling downwards as she could do little other than listen to the man's uncharacteristically heavy footfalls as he stomped away. Joe was so forgiving and considerate. For him to react as he had, after she confronted the gravity of her own behaviour, made such an admission of guilt…

Anis didn't finish her bowl of cereal that morning.



"Joe?" Cinderella's refined, womanly voice called out to him.

The man had departed for the edge of the Outpost, to a low-traffic section that had benches set up for public use, but no real reason to be frequented by what population the settlement had just yet.

He didn't want to go down into the Ark. Basic pattern recognition suggested that he'd run into Privaty if he did so, and he just wasn't in the mood for a date. But he did want to get away from the Command Centre and the girls around him. He wanted time to himself, to settle down, to calm himself and get his thoughts in order.

Luckily, he'd been sitting there, ruminating long enough that he'd largely relaxed, if nothing else. He wasn't good, not by any stretch of the imagination. But he was calm.

Glancing up at Cinderella, she was wearing a hardhat and high-visibility vest over her pretty little sundress. Right, she'd been helping Mighty Tools with construction alongside the rest of Pioneer. Being productive. Which, thinking about it…

"Helping to build homes and such probably feels absolutely wonderful for you girls, huh?" The burly brunet inquired with a small smile.

Cinderella's smile, meanwhile, was absolutely magnificent and downright radiant. "It does," she affirmed his supposition. "After so long, wading through naught but destruction and rot on the surface, seeing almost nothing but ghosts and echoes amidst dust and a century of death… To build homes, to know that we are helping to build up a new settlement for mankind, it feels so wonderful." The silverette said as she removed her hard hat and vest, gracefully striding over to claim the seat next to the Commander.

"Destroying Raptures helps, yes, but, so soon, we shall see these homes abuzz with life and love. It is beautiful. Building something, after losing so much. And it's all because of our reunion with you, Joe," the silverette smiled brilliantly at the man, her eyes glimmering with adoration and gratefulness. "All this time, we would muse about how much better it would be, if only you were here again. Lo and behold…"

Cinderella leaned over, resting her head on Joe's shoulder.

"Thank you, my Prince. For making things so much better for us, just by being here."

That long response caught Joe off guard. He took a long, shaky breath, centring himself after that debacle with Anis…

"-Joe?" Cinderella shifted back up to attention, lifting her head from his shoulder and giving him a disconcerted look. "Your breath is hitching, and your eyes are bloodshot… Are you well?" She reached over, taking the man's hand, entwining her fingers with his.

I'm fine, I just stayed up too late on the computer last night. Tell me more about you girls doing construction work.

The words damn near slipped from his mouth unbidden. Without a thought given, he almost reflexively doubled down on the mistakes he'd been making since his first mission to the surface. A lie, parrying and riposting the truth… When it was Cinderella showing concern.

It was bad. It was so much worse than Joe had even realized it was. Of all the people in the world, Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel, and Scarlet were among the last he should ever dare lie to. They had never been anything but his loyal friends and comrades-in-arms, those who had jumped into Hell and fought their way back out with him.

His heartbeat intensified, grimacing heavily as the idea of actually discussing what had happened hit him like a brick. The feeling of opposing a coping mechanism always sucked, didn't it?

Cinderella leaned in further, her expression contorting into one of pure worry. It was so terribly clear that he was in a bad way. She knew him well enough that she could tell, and he couldn't deflect as easily as he could with pretty much anyone that wasn't once a member of Goddess.

"No," Joe forced it out, not letting himself lie to one of his original, still loyal girls, of all people. "I'm not."

The admission came with no small amount of audible strain. His expression falling and chest tightening.

In immediate response, Cinderella slid over to press herself into Joe's side, wrapping her arm around his, and redoubling her hold on his hand as she projected an air of intense focus and concern. "What happened?"

Well. Time to rip the Band-Aid off, and actually begin surgery on the open gunshot wound.

Better late than never, right?
 
Chapter 80 - Revealing the Rot
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Chapter 80 - Revealing the Rot
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Taking a deep, bracing breath, Joe resolved to reveal everything to Cinderella, to finally let it all out. To let the work begin.

So, he started. "You've been told about everything that's happened to me, since I woke up in the Ark, right?"

"No," Cinderella flatly replied.

Joe blinked several times, turning to stare at the platinumette with open confusion. "-Huh?" He vocalized said surprise. "Wha- Nobody told you?"

"Scarlet and Snow White only told myself and Rapunzel that you were alive, that you have been in the Ark this entire time, and that you sought us out the moment you knew we were all alive and well."

The man blinked owlishly, coughing into his fist and sighing. "Ah. Okay, well then, I suppose I should bring you up to speed on everything, then…"

Joe spared little detail when he recounted his journey, starting with waking at the hospital to Cinderella. He relayed all the hardships, twists and turns, and even the relationship issues he'd been having.

Cinderella's reaction to learning about the almost-relationship with Marian was muted. Her brow fell in concern upon learning of how he'd had to execute Marian for her own sake. She nodded and listened intently when being informed of their missions to the surface. Her brow started to furrow when Joe mentioned turning away the support he'd been offered.

Then, she was staring silently at the man when he finished speaking on how Anis had been verbally harming him. She remained silent, scrutinizing him intensely even as she actually peeled back from the man. An uncharacteristic display from her, to say the least.

"...You have been in a terrible mental state," Cinderella started slowly. "You have been struggling to keep your head above water. You have been trapped within your own mind, mired in a miasma of loss, fear, and imposter syndrome."

"Yet you've rejected every instance of Rapi attempting to offer you a shoulder as you offered to her, you've said not a word of your suffering to my father, who, despite your disagreements, was ultimately your best friend?"

Joe went very quiet as Cinderella's tone grew increasingly sharp with each word spoken. Her lone visible eye narrowed as she stared at him with notable intensity.

Cinderella continued. "You've said nothing to anyone? This entire time, you've not addressed Anis' attitude and the harm she's been causing you to anybody? Even when Anis herself remained by your side after the conflict with Modernia, even when she showed that she cares about you directly, hugged you, expressed joy at hearing you cared for her in turn…"

"You said nothing to her, or anyone else, about this apparent abuse she's been putting you through?"

Joe felt no small amount of pressure building around him, the air permeating their surroundings becoming charged. Cinderella, normally so boundlessly sweet, seemed increasingly aggravated.

After a period of silence, she continued. "Rapi, when confronted by Snow White over your state, admitted to being a horrible person. A terrible companion, that she's been hurting you and showing that she 'hasn't changed' since her days as Red Hood, where she was so terribly hostile and cruel towards you, even in our last days together."

"Yet, even all you just told me points towards her being all but desperate for your affection and acknowledgement. Nothing but loyal, an unbending companion that has to be pried from your side by force."

"She said that she 'forced' you to kill Marian. That she wouldn't let Anis do it for you." Cinderella cocked her head as her eye grew all the sharper. "Anis, who has supposedly been nothing but emotionally abusive towards you? Was that a lie? Did she not try to take the gun and spare you that horror?"

Ah- Oh.

"Rapi was only following protocol, as according to your own recollection. Anis was putting herself at great risk suggesting mercy killing Marian for you, as far as the Ark's understanding of how Corruption works. Both of these actions qualify as abuse to you? Rapi protecting Anis from her own bleeding heart, that is cruelty?" Cinderella demanded as she rose to her feet and rounded on Joe.

"If so," she continued. "Why did you never say as such? To anyone? Why would you allow this to go unaddressed? Why would you not confront either of them? Why would you just sit upon these things that have been stewing in your mind this entire time?"

Joe didn't reply. He just stared, his mind shorting out at the intense interrogation.

"Why would you have never brought this up to Rapi during all of your many moments alone together? Why would you never confront her with how horribly she'd hurt you? Why would you never ask if she'd meant to hurt you?"

"Why would you never ask if her cruelty was intended? Even after she showed how much she clearly loves you, to so longingly remain by your side, to the point of attempting to commit suicide for your sake."

That caused Joe to recoil in shock, his eyes going wide and his breath hitching as his jaw dropped, utterly flummoxed.

"Did that fail to register to you?" Cinderella leaned over, expression hardening yet more. "Exceed would claim her life if she used it. She knew this, you knew this. The moment it seemed that you were in imminent danger of being directly targeted by a Heretic, she did not hesitate to use it."

"She had no reason to believe that Snow White would be in any state to help her, nor that the Northern Base would have just so happened to have the materials on hand for Snow White to just barely save her life! As far as she could see, how could that decision have been anything but the ultimate sacrifice, for a chance to protect you!?"

"Yet, you'd leave her to set herself in such a head space, that she would admit her 'heartless sins' to Snow White as though she were some monster!? You would allow her to degenerate into such a state that she'd feel that she had to beg for your forgiveness?"

Cinderella was now looming over the man, wearing no small amount of genuine anger on her otherwise soft features as she did so.

"Has Anis really been verbally abusing you? Has she?" The twintailed woman inquired, projecting a deeply disconcerting aggravation. "Or are you projecting this offence onto her, so that you may further justify pushing her and Rapi away? All the while you seek comfort from another not even serving alongside you, this 'Privaty' that you have also told lies about Rapi?"

Ah- Ah. Oh.

Silence reigned for a good long while after that. Joe was too overwhelmed to even begin to formulate a reply.

So, Cinderella continued once again. "I love you, Joe," she started, her tone becoming pained, and deeply disappointed. "I love you with all of my heart, and that is why I will not tolerate such hideous behaviour from you. Not when I know that you are better than this."

"Not when I've seen you confront Dorothy and Scarlet about their harmful, team-breaking conflict to make them see reason without putting them down. Not when I've seen you admonish Red Hood in such a way as to make her cease crossing the line with an increasingly distressed Rapunzel."

"Not when I know you'd helped Lilith uplift Snow White, when she was terrified of so much as meeting Goddess before me, and sequestered herself away from all but you two…"

She leaned forward even more, tears starting to form in her eyes as she spoke through teeth grit together out of sheer frustration.

"Not when you fought so hard for me, not when you did all you could to grant me my wish, to give me happiness, before we'd even met! Because it was simply the right thing to do!"

Her breath came in ragged gasps, closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, gathered herself as best she could, and when she looked upon him again, she looked downright betrayed and heartbroken. "The man I fell in love with did all in his power to uplift those around him. Even when he didn't know where to begin, he blazed a trail forward."

"When he was struggling, when he was hurting, when he didn't know what to do, he allowed his most trusted allies to lift him up in turn. He would allow me to hug him, to listen to his woes and offer unconditional support. He would allow Dorothy to cradle him, to reassure him that he was still her Commander in our darkest hour. He would hear the gentle assurances of Rapunzel that encouraged him to aim to be someone better than he was."

"He would listen to the sharp, but well-intentioned critics of Scarlet. He would let Snow White tell him about how much he'd helped her grow, how she wouldn't be who she was if not for his help. He would hear the harsh, but earnest words of his best friend that only wanted him to open his eyes, and be the best version of himself he could be."

"But here? Now? Hearing this story? Hearing these complaints? Hearing how you've conducted yourself, seeing the wretched belief in your eyes? Seeing your expression harden and shift into such genuine anger, relaying these supposed offences so egregiously inflicted upon you by those you have sworn to support?"

Her breath hitched, and the tears started to fall, her expression becoming tortured as she gazed mournfully upon him.

"I almost don't see the man I fell in love with in you anymore."

It felt like a piece of Joe's soul had shrivelled up and died. Cinderella, of all people, of all people, to turn on him like this, to grab him by the scruff of his neck, and drive his face into his… Mistakes.

'Mistakes.' That sure was one way of describing them. No, he was underselling it. Cinderella's heart was broken by his behaviour, because she looked upon the Prince Charming she'd fallen in love with, and found something hideous gazing back at her.

She was right. She was right, and he knew it. He'd reflected upon how lesser he was compared to before, but, even still, he'd not grasped the sheer depths he'd fallen to.

Rapi had tried to be his rock, even despite her own problems. Why hadn't he allowed it?

Andersen was right there. He was terribly busy, but when was he ever not? He was literally the primary grand strategist of Goddess and the Nikkes serving as their support aboard the Avenger. Was he not busy then? Was he not busy when he was directing the spear in the war against humanity's extinction? When he was the General to Joe's Commander?

Anis had opened their relationship by trying to shoulder the burden of mercy killing Marian for him. She was difficult, yes, but she wasn't malicious. She might've been willing to at least try to help.

Yet, he didn't reach out. He kept everyone at arm's reach. He just sat in his darkened room, wallowing in his misery, refusing to actually confront any of it. Worse yet: he'd started projecting it onto others, instead of looking inwards and acknowledging that he'd done this to himself. It hit him like a brick, the realization of just how pathetic he'd been.

This was the so-called Legendary Commander? This cretin that refused help, that used his suffering as an excuse to lash out at others? What the fuck was wrong with him?

"...I'm sorry," the burly man started, his voice small and intensely regretful. "I-" His gaze rapidly wandered, yet he was looking at nothing in particular as he processed everything all at once. "I owe so many of you girls apologies. I owe you all so much better."

Cinderella didn't say anything. She just continued to stare, her cheeks streaked with tears and her breath coming in hitched gasps.

"Ellie," Joe, despite desperately wishing to retreat to a hole and die, to never meet anyone's gaze again, he met her heartbroken gaze. He wouldn't let himself look away, spare himself a moment of her disappointed sorrow. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Cinderella remained quiet, and after a few moments of extended quiet, she reached out, took one of the man's hands, and drew it out, settling his palm over her heart. It was beating hard, and fast. Her face was flushed.

"Do you know how much this hurts?" She asked, still staring into Joe's eyes. "How it feels? After a century apart, after waiting for you, after seemingly defying the reality that you had to be gone. After remaining loyal, faithful for so long, for this to be what returns to me? To feel my heart breaking like this, as my reward for refusing to give up on you against all reason?"

Joe's own heart would have fallen into a thousand pieces, had he not braced and hardened himself. It still hurt, but, in a way that only steeled his resolve to be better.

In her eyes, Cinderella could see that resolve finally reflected back at her, and after several long moments, she let out a shuddering sigh. Releasing Joe's hand, she extended her arms to him. She didn't move, though. Immediately, he knew that she was demanding that he be the one to reach out. That he show that he wouldn't make the girls be the one to do all the work, only to be met with a nonreciprocating wall.

He responded by extending his limbs, grasping her shockingly slight waist, and drawing her in. She circled her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her midsection. Once again, she let out a shuddering breath as she set her cheek against his crown.

"Do better," she instructed him. "Be the man I fell in love with. Not… That hideous thing that was wearing your face."

Her words were horribly harsh. But, it was warranted. He deserved it. He nodded into her chest, declaring: "I will." He took a deep, bracing breath. "I'll start with Anis."

Cinderella didn't immediately reply to that, the two simply remaining there for a time. Eventually, she did peel herself away. She wasn't smiling, but she did seem hopeful. "Then start," she directed him, backing off entirely and watching him expectantly.

At that, the man rose to his feet, looked down at the woman that had set him straight, and nodded once. He hesitated only to say, "Thank you, Ellie." He then moved to return to the Command Centre.

Cinderella watched him go, and immediately, she saw a change in the way he carried himself. It wasn't even subtle. In some way, she caught a glimpse of the man that had stood alongside Goddess. Not the resentful face stealer that had been hopelessly miring in his own self-imposed rot.

"I'll be here," Cinderella whispered as she watched the man stride off to correct his latest mistake, hopefully, but the first step towards bettering himself into the figure she'd fallen in love with. "Once you've returned, I'll be right here. Waiting for my Prince Charming to lift me up, and carry me into the sunset."

"For you, I will wait, my Prince."



Emerging back into the Command Centre, Joe wasted no time in searching for the short-haired blonde. He quickly found her fluffy locks peeking out from her bunk, curled up in a ball beneath the sheets. It was just her, everyone else seemingly out.

Grimacing heavily, no small part of Joe wanted to avoid the awkward discomfort that would follow if he continued on. He stabbed that doubt and threw its body in a dumpster. It had no place here. It had no place when it came to being the Commander these girls deserved.

So, he gradually approached her. His steps quiet, measured. Anis noticed, regardless, given the way she shifted ever-so-slightly. She was upset. Of course she was. He stopped just short of spitting on her as he left. Over a misunderstanding. Over his own self-delusions.

Or, at least, half-delusions. Anis shouldn't have been projecting that doomer shit at everyone around her the way she did. He'd spoken to Rapi about it, however briefly. The long-haired blonde had learned to just ignore it. Avoid letting it get to her.

Joe owed Anis an apology, but he'd also talk to her about how negatively that could affect everyone around her. He didn't have to be awful, mean, or cruel. He just had to say it like it was, and affirm that she could trust him and her comrades to protect her and themselves in the field.

He came to a stop alongside her bed, and after a beat, he spoke up. "Anis," he started, voice gentle and quiet. "I'm sorry."

The Nikke stirred, stiffening at his words. She didn't reply, however, falling still just as quickly.

It was all Joe could do to continue, reaching up and setting his hand on the frame around the bunk, which was inset into the wall.

"I've been refusing help from any of you girls. Miring in my own shit, locking myself away from everyone else. Blocking everyone off. To the end point of hearing your… Pessimism, and hearing a personal attack against me. An affirmation that you only trusted me to get you killed… In the same way I got Marian killed, before, well, we knew better."

He wasn't there to discuss Modernia, so he'd brushed past it to focus on Anis.

"That was awful of me. Atrocious. I don't even have a good excuse for why I did it. I just… Did. It didn't feel good. It didn't justify anything. It just further enabled me to wallow in shit, look at you girls as though you were- I don't even know. I still tried to help you girls, be there, give you cause to trust me and feel safe. But I grew resentful over how alone I felt. Even though I was making a concerted effort to hold everyone at arm's length."

It sounded so fucking ridiculous when he said it out loud. Like, really? Seriously? That's what he'd been doing this entire time? Christ, he really had been utterly pathetic, hadn't he?

"I fucked up, basically. Looked at you like you were my enemy, like suddenly all of my self isolation was justified, when you were so obviously trying to show that you felt terrible for what happened. Even though it really wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Anis. Please, don't think you did. You're great. Really, You're wonderful to have around. And… I'm happy you're here."

He released the frame, letting his hand fall back down to his side.

"So, I, yeah," he lightly shrugged. "I'll do better, be better. Otherwise, um, I suppose I'll just, leave you be-"

As soon as he took a step away, the blanket Anis had been hiding under was thrown aside, the girl lunging out and firmly grabbing onto Joe's arm, locking him in place.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a frazzled mess. She hadn't been crying, but it had been damn close. She stared up at the man, her breath heavy and somewhat heightened.

She held him there, staring for a few long moments, before averting her gaze and looking more than a little sheepish. "U-uh. I, uh," She stammered by way of opening, clearing her throat. "D-don't go," she meekly asked, sniffling lightly as she did so. "I-I want to talk."

Joe blinked in surprise. Part of him had expected her to let him leave, if not run him off outright. But, if she actually wanted him to stick around, have a discussion with her, then, who the fuck was he to deny her that? To do anything less than give her anything she asked for at this point?

"Alright," he agreed as he stepped back, and settled down to sit on the edge of the blonde's bed. "We can talk. Whenever you want from now on."

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Anis looked over at Joe, and inquired: "Um, first, Commander-"

"You can still just call me Joe, Anis," he assured her. "Unless, you don't feel comfortable anymore-"

"Joe," she corrected herself fairly firmly, locking eyes with him at least momentarily for seeming emphasis. "I-I just- before we start," She released his arm, and extended both of her own to him. "Can- can I get a hug?"

Ah. Well, that made him feel like even more of a piece of shit, if that was the first request she made of him despite the bitch baby tantrum he'd thrown earlier. But, if that's what she wanted. "Of fucking course-" he reached out and drew the blonde into a gentle hug- or what was gentle at first, before she latched onto him and squeezed. "-Any time you want, Anis. Hugs, talks, games, watching those shitty trashy animes of yours, just ask, and I'll gladly come running."

"My taste in anime is immaculate, you uncultured jackass!" Anis countered with a grumble, though there was no actual anger in her voice. "But, okay, I'll hold you to that promise, you hear?"

"Please do," Joe asked. "Don't ever let me fall back on my bullshit again. You deserve better than that."

Anis just hummed quietly in reply, just leaning into the hug for a few moments before she spoke up again, slightly playfully. "Am I still 'really nice to hug?'"

Joe let out an amused huff, squeezing the girl more intensely. "Squeezable? Check. Friend-shaped? Check. Nice and soft? Check, check, and check. Certifiably 'really nice to hug.'"

"I'm gonna choose to interpret 'squeezable, friend-shaped, and soft' as complimentary as possible," Anis lightly grumbled, though she didn't pull back from the hug in the least. "I'm… I'm really happy to be here too, Joe. I'm really happy that- that we don't hate each other."

At that, he smiled broadly. "You can be awful difficult, but you're pretty hard to hate by any reasonable metric."

Anis just snorted in reply.

This felt so much better than sitting around his room, feeling sorry for himself about all the bad shit that had happened. And all it took was being reminded of who he was by Cinderella, and remembering how friend-shaped and huggable Anis was. That she, and all of the girls that served with him, deserved nothing less than the best he could be.

He'd damn well never make the mistake of forgetting again.
 
Chapter 81 - The Healing Begins New
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Chapter 81 - The Healing Begins
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Joe allowed the hug to persist for a time. However, eventually, he had to pat the blonde on the back a few times to signpost to her that it was time to pull away. "Alright, alright, we're good, we're good. Come on, we gotta talk about a few other things."

Anis complied, withdrawing her arms with a sigh. "Okay, um, can I start?"

To that, Joe nodded, ceding the metaphorical stage to her.

"Okay, well," she cleared her throat, lightly wringing her hands. "I- I understand, Joe. E-everything you said. About hiding and locking yourself away, I- I do the same. I'm the same way. I've been Rapi's partner for so many years, yet, I know almost nothing about her… Go figure, she turned out to be a wayward member of Goddess."

She scoffed and grimaced.

"Talk about a blind spot."

"Now that's just being unfair to yourself," Joe noted matter-of-factually. "Even Rapi herself didn't know that. How were you supposed to?"

"But I never even tried to find out!" Anis asserted, expression twisting in guilt-ridden distaste. "I never asked about who she was beyond a soldier. Never asked about her hobbies, her interests, family, her friends, where she lived, if she remembered the time before she was a Nikke. I just didn't. Barely even probed at first, then just stopped when she hardly even stonewalled me."

With a heavy grimace, Anis continued.

"It was easier to just be an acquaintance. Fight alongside her, and let her stay aloof, distant and junk once we got back from the surface. Most I actually did was like, make her eat from my plate and drink from my glass whenever we ate together."

Joe remembered seeing that happen a few times. In one way, it was kind of cute. In another, it was sad, given how Rapi would insist on exclusively eating something like plain bread if she wasn't forced to do otherwise.

It was small, but it was telling about how Anis did care for Rapi, and wanted the smaller blonde to let herself enjoy literally anything more than she did. Anis was a good person with a bad tendency to project her misery at everyone around her.

Regardless, the man replied: "Anis, you know enough about Rapi now to know that she didn't have much to tell you. Nor would she have, if she could have. For your own safety, if nothing else."

Anis paused, averting her gaze as she inquired, "And you? Neon? Those iDolls, 'Sunny,' 'Mia,' and the other one I've never even tried to get to know?"

"Cammie," Joe informed the blonde of her new squadmate's newly-granted name.

"Oh great, so it turns out she does have a name and I just didn't know," Anis grumbled. "Really goes a long way to prove me wrong, that sure does boy do it ever," she sarcastically asserted.

Joe took a long, deep breath at that. "Why don't you try to get to know your comrades, then?" He started. Best to start at the source of the issue.

At that, Anis clammed up, clearly not wanting to answer.

Joe gave her a few moments to reconsider. When she didn't, the man let out a shallow sigh as he pressed on. "Anis, we aren't going to make progress on anything if you refuse to open up to anyone about anything."

For as uncomfortable as Anis seemed to be, she did rapidly grow uncertain, and did ultimately reply. "...If I ask about other people, they might ask about me."

Joe blinked owlishly. "Yeah, that's how that tends to work?" He said confusedly.

"I don't want anyone asking about me," the blonde said in a deflated tone.

"Why not?" Joe asked.

Again, Anis clammed up. At that point, Joe felt absolutely gobsmacked, inquiring, "Are you the Rapture Queen?"

Anis recoiled, eyes going wide as though she'd been slapped with a fish. "H-Huh!? What the- No! What is that even supposed to-"

"So you're a Heretic?" Joe pressed.

"-Bwah!?" Anis choked and coughed.

"The secret CEO of Tetra Line?" The man did not relent.

"No!" Anis cried, looking at Joe as though he'd grown a second head and proclaimed himself to be a giant aardvark with absolute conviction and certainty.

Joe stared at the blonde blankly. "Then what do you have to hide about yourself that's more absurd and wild than the fact that I'm the Commander of Goddess, Rapi is Little Red Riding Hood of Goddess, and the Sealing Day Massacre was us?"

A significant pause followed, Anis looking more than a little pensive at Joe's words. "Well, when you put it like that, it makes me sound absolutely ridiculous."

Joe didn't want to be a dick, but, objectively speaking, it would be pretty damned hard to beat his and Rapi's big secret. "I understand if you're reticent to talk about yourself, Anis. But, come on. We're not ever going to be anything more than acquaintances if you keep clammed up like this, even when we're supposed to be letting each other in."

"Yeah, well," Anis grumbled, shooting Joe a sharp look. "What about you? I don't hear you telling anyone about your ancient history."

"Because nobody's asked," the displaced Canuck flatly stated, not impressed by her attempt to deflect.

"-Wait, really?" She inquired. "What, you'd just, spill the beans? About like, even before you were the Legendary Commander?"

"Yes," Joe said with a popped brow and lightly pursed lips. "I'd have been evasive before, since I grew up on the surface before the Raptures, not the Ark. But you know that now, so..." He shrugged.

"What was that like?" Anis leaned forward, eyes suddenly wide and brows raised up onto her forehead. "Did you get to go out and like, wander around and explore forests and junk? Where did you live? You're like, an American since you've got no accent and know a lot about guns, right?"

The man nearly snorted at the blonde's assumption about his nationality on account of his knowledge of firearms, and his perceived lack of an accent. "First off, I'm Canadian. Second-"

"Wait, what? No you're not! I've seen old movies and stuff with Canadians in them! Canadians have that goofy accent where everything's 'a boot' and junk!"

Joe just gave Anis a flat look, putting on a molasses-thick Minnesotan accent as he said: "A moose is loose aboot the hoose?" Clearly mocking Anis' apparent impression of Canadian accents.

In reply, she snapped her fingers and pointed at him excitedly. "Yes! That one! You don't sound anything like that! If anything you sound like one of those like, old-timey American newscaster types that'd report on the weather and stuff!"

Ignoring the fact that by 'old-timey,' Anis meant the 2020's… "First off," Joe started, "the 'stereotypical Canadian accent' Americans in particular like- liked to put on was more 'Minnisotan trying to pass as Canadian while trying to buy cheap Canadian beer across the border' than actual Canadian. Even the 'authentic,' meaning exaggerated Canadian accent is- was more of an Eastern Provinces and especially the Maritimes thing."

Crossing his arms, he continued.

"I'm from Northwest Canada. Accents around there were more typically North American boonies than anything."

Anis blinked, cocking her head at him with narrowing eyes. "So like, the backwoods, country boy hick accent? You don't sound like that either."

Joe's lips went flat, his gaze snapping forward. Well, shite. He kinda walked himself into having to come clean. "I, uh, trained myself to speak in a neutral North American accent so I wouldn't come across as a country bumpkin."

Again, Anis blinked, her expression becoming contemplative before a wicked grin found purchase on her features. "Ah, I getcha. Ain't no problem there, eh, pardner?"

"Oh sweet Jesus not from you too," Joe cried into his hands, grimacing as he flashed back to Goddess all mocking him in unison over his real accent- save for Dorothy and Dorothy alone. Dorothy was Joe's only friend in the entire world in those cruel moments. "What have I done to deserve being surrounded by mean ladies?"

"Hey, I'm not mean! I'm magnimalious and beautiful and gentle and kind!" Anis protested his assessment of her merciless cruelty. "Pardner!"

The man just groaned in reply, both because of Anis doing what she typically did and mangled the English language, and also because she was twisting the knife on his pride.

"Fine, fine, if you're gon' go and start buckin' like a mad bronco," Anis rolled her eyes in an exaggerated, entirely too entertained display. "Northwestern Canada? Like, how 'Northwestern?'"

"Same general region as where we went during the mission to the Arctic," Joe answered simply. "It was always winter most of the year up there, but back then, there were at least a few months where we had proper, horrible sweltering summers that actively frightened this Mexican guy I knew…"

There was a pause wherein he let himself think on the past, and those he'd left behind and would never see again. Though, that wasn't a new notion to him in the first place, so, rather than falling into a pit of despair, he'd just let it wash over and off of him, shrugging it off and moving on.

Anis however, now looked a little wary. "Meaning, like, you… Grew up around that town?"

Joe scoffed lightly, waving off the mild concern. "No, just in the same general region. I'd never been to that town in my life. It was just similar to my hometown. Nothing more than that."

"Oh," no small amount of relief seemed to find purchase on the blonde's features. "Okay, well, you seem pretty, I suppose, breezy about that?"

"I'm used to having to leave everything behind and pitching a Hail Mary in hopes of living another day," Joe just shrugged. "Being homeless three times before you turn eighteen engraves a certain kind of mindset in you that you never quite manage to move on from. Survival instincts learned the hard way don't tend to go away, even in times of plenty."

He turned to look directly at Anis, who looked more than a little horrified. "You were homeless three times before you turned eighteen?"

To that, Joe just waved it off with a roll of his eyes. "People got it hard all over," he dismissed the topic without an ounce of gravity given to it. "I had it really easy compared to a lot of people regardless."

"...Oh," Anis averted her gaze with uncertainty. "I- That just, doesn't sound like the sort of thing that should be swept under the rug."

Again, Joe shrugged. "Shit happens," he declared. "What, am I supposed to cry and wail over every bad thing that happened in my life and refuse to move on from them? I'm here, not there. There's nowhere to go but forward, not just for myself, but the people that are depending on me." The words hit him as he spoke them. Christ, he'd really been exceptionally pathetic about what had happened with Marian, hadn't he?

All the more reason to buck up and act like the leader he was now.

Anis pursed her lips, not quite liking that explanation, given how it felt like she'd run face-first into a low-hanging wall she'd not seen coming, leaving her splayed out on the ground with a broken nose. That just made her feel weak in comparison. But- maybe, she should take that to heart. He did, after all. And it let him approach her, get her to start opening up, and start opening up to her in turn- But wait.

"It kind of feels like you're stonewalling me to avoid talking about yourself," Anis admitted.

To that, Joe blinked owlishly, then shook his head. "That- No, no, Anis, I legitimately just do not care about that shit that happened back then anymore. It's not important, it doesn't reflect upon who I am now, what I'm doing now, or why I'm doing what I'm doing now. Yeah, bad shit happened. Bad shit happens. It is what it is, and I'm over it. I don't want sympathy or pats on the back, it's just something that happened I'll bring up to contextualize things if it's relevant, but that's all it is to me now."

Anis was really caught off-guard by that. That was a notion she was struggling to even grasp right then and there. Just moving on? Just like that? From something terrible that happened, just leaving it behind? How? How could someone just do that?

Staring at the Commander, another thought occurred. Maybe this was just what she needed. Anis didn't know how to move on. She was still trapped in it. It still haunted her to this day. But Joe was someone that had learned to free himself from past traumas. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. Maybe, if she told him, she could, just-

"Well what about you?" Joe shifted the topic after Anis remained silent for an extended period of time. "What's your background?"

The blonde recoiled as if struck, grimacing heavily and averting her gaze sheepishly. "I, uh," She attempted to swallow a large lump in her throat, a shuddering sigh slipping past her lips. "I guess, if I had to start: my history is pretty closely tied with a certain specific old Ark idol, from the Second Surface Reclamation campaign."

Joe turned to face Anis, brow lightly furrowing as he focused on her.

She continued. "Well, you only just woke up not that long ago, and haven't really been engaged with like, entertainment and stuff, so, I don't suppose you've heard of Pretty, the first Nikke celebrity?" She lightly coughed into her fist. "Goddess being more of a legend at this point, considering."

"No, I haven't," Joe answered matter-of-factually.

"Well," Anis closed her eyes as she continued. "Mustang told me all about her. She was the headliner, the big name pushing against the narrative that Nikkes were to blame for the failure to reclaim the surface. She became a star, an idol, all of that, to show that Nikkes were mankind's friends, companions, guardians, and even lovers. She wanted to make people smile. She wanted to make people happy. She wanted to give people something to look up to."

Bringing her legs up to her chest, Anis curled up, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"She danced, sang, dressed up, appeared in movies and shows, did fan meetings, went out and visited fans in the hospital, went to orphanages, did her best to uplift everyone around her, no matter who they were, how much money they had. She would do everything she could, to show everyone that Nikkes existed to make life better for everyone. To give mankind hope. To be mankind's shining star in a world gone dark."

"Little girls would run up to her, to tell her how much they wanted to become Nikkes like her, despite the anti-Nikke propaganda. It was working. She, along with the other Tetra Line stars working with her, were stopping the hate. Mustang's plan was working. Everything was going well. Then, she held her biggest concert yet. Tens of thousands attended. She was doing it. She was making everyone happy, despite the loss of the surface, everyone was smiling. Everyone was happy."

Anis took a long, shuddering breath, and let out just as heavy of a shuddering breath. "But, the Central Government had already turned enough against Nikkes. Those that agreed with them were so, so hateful, that… They assassinated Pretty. Right there. Up on the stage, in front of everyone, on camera. They used weapons that were capable of killing a Nikke. She was reduced to," she gulped. "A small portion of a torso and a mutilated head."

Joe moved closer to Anis, setting a hand across her shoulders. She was getting noticeably emotional about this, but he wouldn't interrupt her if she was going to tell him about something that was clearly a big deal for her.

Anis continued without acknowledging the contact. "Her brain survived, by the slimmest of margins. Mustang had her head recovered, and brought her back. Quietly, in private, just him, and her, because he loves all of his Nikkes, he'd go out of his way to support each one as best he could. She remembered. She saw the moment the attack happened, and she couldn't react. She had to just watch it play out, the murder attempt on her, by Nikkephobes that wanted to see her dead, for the role she was playing in Tetra Line's plan."

"Mustang grabbed her, held her close, did his best to calm her down, to assure her, as she realized, for all she did, for just wanting to see mankind smile, for just wanting to make people happy, they'd tried to kill her. Mustang had to watch, as he could do nothing, as she completely broke down, experienced a Mind Switch, and fell into a coma. The kind many Nikkes never come out of when they slip into it."

"He didn't scrap her. He kept her there. He personally ensured that she remained well-maintained, he held out hope that one day, Pretty would wake up, and he'd have his star back. They'd go back to the way things were, they'd make people smile, they'd fix the Ark. They'd fix it all, and everyone would love Nikkes again."

"Then a year passed. Then one became five. Then five became a decade..."

Anis went silent. Trembling, practically quaking under Joe's arm. He saw exactly where this was going, and he hoped, he prayed that he was wrong, that it was a red herring, that-

"Then," Anis choked out. "I woke up."

Fuck.

Joe drew Anis into a full hug, chest swelling with intense, protective anger.

"I didn't remember anything. Not clearly," Anis continued, her voice horribly strained. "But, I remembered the emotions. The feelings. They kept hitting me, washing over me, breaking me down. Mustang eventually told me everything that happened, because I had to know, I couldn't deal with those emotions without knowing where they were coming from."

"That's what happened. That's what I got. That's what they did. Because I wanted to make them happy. Because I wanted to see them smile. Because I wanted them to see a bright shining star, and see hope in Nikkes again… I just wanted them to be happy," she choked out, hopelessly broken in a way that went far beyond her depressive episodes when bumming about the Outpost.

"I hate them," Anis declared with a sharp, hissing inhale. "All of them, every human being in the Ark. They're monsters, they're evil. We sacrifice everything for them, and they treat us like abominations, like trash. Fuck them. Fuck all of them. Let them all burn, let them all die, they deserve it. They deserve it," she asserted in a scathing, but darkly quiet voice. Never raising an octave above a whisper.

At that point, it became terribly clear that Anis' heart wasn't just broken, it was shattered. And it was so very clear to see why. She was older than she seemed. She was old enough that she should have recognized him and Rapi both.

But, for doing everything she could to spread joy and happiness around the Ark when it was probably needed the most, for pushing back against the notion that Nikkes were mankind's enemy, with kindness, they attempted to murder her. And damn near succeeded.

"I hate them," she reiterated, remaining curled up in a tight little ball.

She wasn't even wrong to.

The Central Government, Joe guessed, put the blame for the failure of the Second Surface Reclamation campaign onto Nikkes, to avoid shouldering it themselves. Othering Nikkes in the process. And far too many wretches jumped on the opportunity to gorge themselves on state-sponsored hate of a state-assigned other.

It reiterated to him that the Central Government had to burn. And anyone that committed hate crimes against Nikkes had to be tracked down, and brought to justice with prejudice.

Joe's response to Anis was very simple. "I understand," he asserted as he gently squeezed her. "I'm here for you, Anis. I'm here."

She didn't need to hear that she was wrong to hate all the people of the Ark. She didn't need to hear that it was a radical minority that had attacked her. She didn't need to hear that it was the Central Government they needed to destroy, to make things better, so she could be the Ark's star again. She just needed support, to know that she had a trustworthy companion to be there for her in a moment of extreme need.

So, Joe just continued to hold Anis, allowed her to whisper her hateful words towards the Ark as a whole, let her release the pressure valve, even if only gradually. He'd talk to her about it when she was good for it, when she was calm, after she'd gotten this built-up anger and resentment off of her chest.

Maybe, with this, the healing could begin.
 
Chapter 82 - To Be Better New
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Chapter 82 - To Be Better
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Joe sat quietly with Anis for a time. He focused on just making sure she understood that she wasn't alone, over talking and trying to impress anything upon her yet. After a long while, she had gathered herself enough to unfurl from her balled-up state, letting out a shuddering breath and staring off at the wall for a bit before speaking up.

"I, um, I'd like to be alone for now," she said quietly, lightly sniffling as she did so. "I need to… Think about stuff."

At that, Joe rose to his feet, retaining his grip on the blonde's shoulder. "You have my number and all that," he noted, squeezing once before withdrawing his hand. "Don't be a stranger, Anis. Someone that gets you is just a few keystrokes away."

A small, strained, but genuine smile found purchase on Anis' features. It sucked seeing her in a miserable state, with bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks. But the earnesty of the smile she projected up the Commander's way did much to highlight that for as raw as their talk had left her, this was good. She had started down the path to a better place, and that would be enough for now.

Nodding once, Joe set off, leaving Anis with the time alone she'd requested. He was similar—in needing to be allowed to sort his shit out on his own—so he'd be the last person to insist on staying with her.

She was a grown-ass woman, so she'd know what she needed. The man trusted her to figure out the best time to follow up on this talk of theirs. Only then, after everything was on the way to getting better, would Joe address things like the effect Anis' grim pessimism had on team morale.

Otherwise, stepping into the foyer of the Command Centre, the Commander withdrew his phone to open up his contacts, and send a certain red-clad blonde a message.

[Rapi, where are you right now?] He fired off a text to the ruby-eyed woman.

He paused, taking a breath as he readied himself to keep the ball rolling. He'd started fixing things with Anis, now it was time to talk to Rapi. As Cinderella had said, Joe had been mistreating his long-time companion as well. Rather, to be frank, he'd been downright awful to her. Rapi was doing her very best to help him when he was obviously suffering, and in return… Well, they'd already gone over this.

[I'm in the armoury making adjustments to my kit in response to my failure to properly protect you during the last operation,] Rapi answered quickly, immediately making Joe feel awful, given that she was instantly focused on doing what was best for him, and most certainly didn't need to have been shamed into doing so either. [Is something wrong?]

Taking a deep breath, Joe replied as he braced to act like a man and set things right. [Yes. We need to talk.]

[Okay,]
she immediately said without missing a beat. [Should I come to your office?]

[Yeah, that'd probably be for the best,]
he answered her, given that this was going to probably get intense.

[I'll be right there,] Rapi declared.

Joe was quick to get in the elevator and proceed up to wait for Rapi in his office.

This was probably going to get intense.



Joe was staring out the window overlooking the increasingly-lively Outpost when the hallway door slid open. The expression on Rapi's face told a tale of intense, heart wrenching worry. She bee-lined right for the Commander's side, reaching out and taking his hand with an expression twisted in sorrowful concern. "Are you okay, Joe?"

If Joe felt bad before, he felt like an absolute steaming pile of shit now. The absolute, very first thing she did, was rush to his side and make sure he was okay. He didn't deserve Rapi. But, she had seemingly chosen him regardless. So it was his duty to lock in, buckle up, and become deserving of her devotion.

Starting right then and there. "I haven't been okay since I woke up in that hospital bed in the Ark, Rapi," he began, immediately choosing to detonate the charges holding up the emotional walls he'd set up to keep her out. If Rapi wanted in, she'd be allowed in, full-stop.

She took a hold of Joe's hand with both of her own, eyes going wide and seeming to actively sparkle with abject concern. "What's wrong? I'm here for you, forever and always," she impressed upon him with an almost palpable desperation.

That desperation hit all the harder, given that she was wearing her traditional red leather jacket, the iconic coat of the bold, brash, loud and unerringly forthright Red Hood. This wasn't how she should be acting. Rapi was strong, she was reliable, she was utterly indefatigable. Yet, here she was, looking so terribly small and downright scared next to him…

This is the part where you deflect and make it all about her, leaving her feeling unhelpful, useless, and selfish. All so you can wallow in self-pity instead of accepting support from the girls that care about you.

That's exactly what he'd have done before Cinderella smacked him upside the head. He'd left Rapi terrified that she'd try to be there for him, only to be turned away to find that she'd accomplished nothing for him. Like a parasite that had gaslit itself into thinking it was symbiotic.

All so he could focus on being a miserable fuck, to the benefit of nobody at all. Christ, he really had been that self-centred and pathetic.

Time to set it right.

In reply, Joe started off to the couches, drawing her along as she grew all the more visibly worried by his lack of an immediate reply. Pulling her down to sit next to him, the man took a bracing breath before he continued.

"Rapi, I've been holding you at arm's length, and pushing you away any and every time you tried to get close," the man started, "I-"

"What? No!" Rapi immediately countered, eyes widening in horror as she leaned in closer. "You're- Joe, you're wonderful, you're so kind, and considerate. You treat us all so well, you pick us up, make us feel appreciated, make us feel wanted. I- you've given us hope, Joe…!"

Joe was strikingly distressed by the state he'd put Rapi in. Rushing to deny that he'd been mistreating her, as though he'd actually earned that. "And how often have I let you support me, Rapi?" He asked her, intending to get her actually thinking about how things had been between them.

"You let me protect you in the field all the time!" The little blonde asserted, leaning in with a pained grimace. "You let me stand by your side and protect you from anything that would hurt you-!"

Joe cut her off, already seeing the self-recriminatory slope she'd started sliding down. "How often have I let you support me, Rapi? Not protect me, support me. Talk to me, hold me, let me know that I'm not alone, that I can lean on you as much as you lean on me?"

That gave her no small amount of pause, eyes going wide and staring, clearly struggling to put together a counter.

"I haven't, Rapi," the Commander continued. "Every time you've tried, I've taken control of the situation from you, to make it all about you instead, to avoid letting you be there for me. Because I'd have rather felt bad for myself than accept help from anybody. Even you, despite the fact that you're probably the one I should have been letting in the entire time."

The little blonde was gobsmacked, clearly struggling to process Joe's admission and assertions.

Sighing heavily, the man continued. "I've still been better than the wretched excuses for Commanders before me. I get it, but that's not a very fucking high bar to clear. I get that comparatively, I've been an angel to deal with. But I have been falling woefully short of even myself from back during our time on the Avenger."

He fixed his gaze on Rapi as he continued.

"You've been remembering more about our past together too. Am I wrong?"

The Nikke did not like the topic of this discussion in the least. It almost felt as though Joe was attempting to lead her into being cruel to him, harsh to him. Like she used to be. Like she swore she'd never be again.

She would not. She refused. She had been that way to him before, and where had it led them? To his 'death,' to her mind switch. To the loss of an entire century between them. He did not deserve that, she categorically refused to be forced to be that person again. Joe didn't need to be beaten down by the women that should be there for him.

Be there for him.

Be there for him.

Rapi released Joe's hand, practically tearing her digits away from his before he could react, to forcefully draw him down into her chest. Hugging him, she held him tight and squeezed him. With a heavy frown, she rejected the notion that she had to be hard on him. He needed support, he needed to know that he had people that were there to help him.

She would be there for him, forever and always, even if he believed he didn't deserve it.

For Joe's part, he was caught off-guard by Rapi's overt… Affection. How firmly she'd latched onto him, and was now holding him, so protectively. A reminder, a sharp reminder of how close they were, back then. Before everything between them had gone wrong.

He idly remembered how as Red Hood, Rapi had never been good with words. So when she was overwhelmed, but wanted him to know how much she cared, how much he meant to her, she'd just latch onto him, pull him down into her chest, and hold him, sometimes awkwardly stroking the back of his head, flat-out refusing to let him worm his way out of the display of protective affection.

Even after everything, even after all the ways in which he'd fucked up, here she was. Just being bullish and forcing the matter to get her way, because 'no, fuck you, you deserve my support, stupid asshole.' That went unsaid, now, at least, given her personality change compared to her time as Red Hood, but the message and intent were there and obvious.

He could try to fight it, but he knew that he'd already lost. Rapi had dug her heels in, and she was a Goddess of Victory, while he was just a man. Besides…

Letting himself melt into Rapi's chest with a long exhale, Joe closed his eyes and encircled his arms around her slight waist. He allowed himself to partake in her affection, to enjoy it, even as it uncomfortably squeezed his heart to have her insist upon being there for him, despite how bad he'd been to her.

So, he opted to just make her a promise, over insisting upon flagellating himself before her, demanding a harsh sentence and accompanying punishment when she was only interested in offering forgiveness and support. "I'll be better," he swore quietly. "I'll do better. I'll become everything you deserve. I'll never let you down again, I promise."

Letting out a shuddering sigh of her own, Rapi pressed her cheek into the man's crown, clenching her eyes shut as she hated hearing him talk this way, but, she'd caught on, and knew that if she tried to fight him on it, it'd just cause immediate and long-term problems. So, instead of fighting him on his words… "And I'll be here, every step of the way, holding you, picking you up, carrying you if I have to. I'll be there. I'll be there for you. I am here for you. I'll always be here for you. I promise."

This was what she would do. She would be his rock, his anchor, his lighthouse cutting through the dark and keeping him sailing straight and true. She would make sure he kept going, she would ensure that he would stay strong and make it through the tempest. They'd face this storm together, brave it, and come out on the other side, stronger, closer for the trials they'd overcome together.

Joe, for his part, knew for certain that much like with Cinderella, he didn't deserve Rapi. Which meant that he had to buckle in, and force himself to become worthy of her. Sitting there with her, having this strong little woman cling to him so dearly, reinforced this simple fact. He had to become worthy of her. He had to become worthy of them.

Simple as.
 
Chapter 83 - Back To It New
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Chapter 83 - Back To It
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"Joe," Snow White started as she stepped into the Commander's office, the rest of Pioneer and Rapi following shortly behind her. "We're all here, as instructed."

It had been a few days since Joe's talks with Cinderella, Anis, and Rapi. A few days in which the Commander's shift in demeanour had been immediately apparent to everyone in the Outpost.

Where he'd been distant, if caring and competent before, he was now spending time with the Nikkes outside of missions and planning for missions. His shit actually seemed to be somewhat together, and his attitude was miles better than it had been—which caught the girls more off guard than they'd previously been.

Joe was, after all, previously exponentially better than any previous Commander they'd had before. Now? Now they were getting a taste of the actual Legendary Commander. The man he was back when he was the face of Goddess.

Pioneer, needless to say, were thrilled to see their Commander beginning to act like himself again. Especially Cinderella. She was giving Joe some serious moon eyes after seeing that he was putting his money where his mouth was, and actually nutting up after he said he would. That was doing some things to him, he had to admit.

Rapi didn't seem so keen on the pleased attention Joe was receiving from Cinderella, but that was neither here nor there; entirely beside the point of why the remnants of Goddess had been called to his office on that day.

"Good," the Commander started as he set down the documentation relating to the Outpost's new name he had been going over, rising to his feet as he motioned towards the couches. "You girls have been here for about a week now—your new rooms are serving you well, yes?"

Joe, when taking the stairs the morning after his opening up to Rapi, realized he'd never actually bothered to check the other floors between those housing the penthouse suite that was his personal apartment/office, and the barracks. He felt remarkably stupid, given that he immediately found a whole suite of smaller, but still private officer's quarters which were immediately assigned to Pioneer, Rapi included.

Rapi had protested initially, but gave up on that notion quickly when both Snow White and Rapunzel physically picked her up to carry her to scout out their new rooms together. God bless those two for not letting the little blonde grump insist upon living like an ascetic monk.

Though Joe asked the rest of Counters, the Carronades, and Wardress if they'd like to take officer's quarters too, they all admitted that they'd prefer personal housing in the dedicated residential district that was set to open soon anyways. He wasn't about to hold that against them. Something resembling a degree of separation between their personal lives and military careers between missions would likely go a long way to helping with morale.

The girls were thoroughly pleased with their new rooms, at any rate. Snow White asked for literally nothing, just having pilfered a cot from storage and several old boxes and crates to furnish hers; Scarlet had put in requests for Korean-themed furnishings if possible, which Mustang assured Joe would be very easily fulfilled; Rapunzel just asked for a functional bed and a crucifix to hang on the wall, so of course Joe instructed Mustang to provide the highest-quality furniture for the team sweetheart.

Meanwhile, Cinderella insisted that she, like Rapi, only needed a cot and—rather unlike Rapi—a full-body mirror to accompany the wardrobe that all the rooms came with. That seemed very out of character for the twintailed platinumette, given what Joe could remember of her room aboard the Avenger, which had been furnished like a princess's might be.

She insisted that she only needed the bare minimum for such 'temporary' accommodations, then gave Joe a very anticipatory look that gave him stirrings.

Then, with a heavy huff, Rapi had said that she too, only needed a cot for 'temporary' accommodations. The stare she gave Joe was far and away more intense—borderline possessive—than that he'd received from Cinderella.

As Snow White rolled her eyes and made a comment under her breath about "the more things change," Rapunzel and Scarlet just sighed in defeat and didn't acknowledge the exchange. The Commander, meanwhile, felt intensely like a cornered rabbit. Joe was in danger again, needless to say.

"There is nothing to complain about," Snow White asserted. "We've been sleeping in tents and under trees for a century. Personal bedrooms and running water is luxury in of itself."

"A mini fridge in which to chill mine spirits would be most delectable," Scarlet, meanwhile, mused with a pleased little grin, slightly undercutting Snow White's point.

"T-the Ark of the Covenant and Papal throne replicas are a bit much, I must admit. I only needed a simple bed, Joe…" Rapunzel noted somewhat reproachfully, guilt lacing her tone.

Okay, that actually was a bit much. Was he going to step into the nun's room to find a small-scale replica of a museum of Christian relics? Joe had only meant to suggest to Mustang to make Rapunzel as comfortable as possible. That man really had no sense of subtlety or restraint.

"Aside from being lonely at night," Cinderella began with a playful grin. "I've little to complain about, my Prince."

"I don't like spending my nights alone," Rapi forcefully asserted, staring at Joe without blinking as she did so. "I'm perfectly content otherwise."

Rapi was worrying Joe. Kind of spooking him, but also eliciting some stirrings in the same way Cinderella had been.

It had been a week, and already, Joe was rapidly finding himself pinned between two hungry lionesses again. Yet, they had to talk about some very important and real shit, so it was time to refocus on getting the ball rolling.

"Pleasantries aside," the Commander began, indicating that they were moving on to serious topics now. "Dorothy," he declared, instantly shifting the previously pleasant vibe of the room. "We need to discuss her, and how we're going to handle Eden."

Snow White closed her eyes, taking a deep breath through her nose. Scarlet hummed, allowing her gaze to drift aside thoughtfully. Rapunzel gently interlocked her fingers and let out a slight, shuddering whine. Cinderella contemplated her navel, while Rapi just stiffened as she shifted to a more professional temperament.

"Now that I've got my head out of my ass," Joe continued, crossing his arms as he gave the girls a once-over. "We need to focus on the path forward. That means no more beating around the bush. We need to settle on how we're going to approach Dorothy. Figure out if we can acquire Eden as an ally against the Central Government, which I'm sure would go a long way towards getting Enikk to back a rebellion."

"If I may?" Scarlet began, pausing to wait for Joe's approval. "I have been pondering such since our initial discourse on the matter. Methinks simply marching you into Eden's halls would be altogether foolish, regardless of our trust in Dorothy, or lack thereof."

Snow White scoffed. "It'd be idiotic is what it'd be. As soon as Dorothy knows that Joe is alive, she'll never let him set foot outside of Eden again. Doubly so if talks sour and go badly. He shouldn't set foot near the Shroud until we have confirmation that Dorothy isn't going to behave like a lunatic."

"You don't know that she'll go that far-!" Rapunzel started, only to be cut off by Joe harshly clapping his hands.

"We are not here to argue about what Dorothy may or may not do, we are here to formulate a plan of action. Meaning no taking shots at anyone, and no bickering," the Commander declared pointedly. "Scarlet, you have more to suggest?"

"Indeed," Scarlet continued, giving Joe an appreciative smile given his ability to corral the cats that might otherwise have started yowling and generally unproductively caterwauling. "To cut to the quick? I believe it would be most wise to establish a gathering location on the surface, a place apart from Eden, and send Cinderella to collect Dorothy to escort her to meet us all on her lonesome."

"Why send Cinderella alone?" Joe inquired.

"She and Dorothy can fly," Scarlet noted matter-of-factually. "We cannot."

Joe blinked particularly owlishly at that, then remembered the mention of the fact that Cinderella had allowed Eden to poke and prod the technology that went into her creation, and that they'd reverse-engineered it right before Pioneer left. "Right. Anything else?"

"Only that we remain on-guard with her around thee," Scarlet continued, which Snow White seemed to approve of, if nothing else. "I do not believe that Dorothy, even empowered as she is, could overpower us all as we are. Doubly so given that Rapi can use Exceed again, if only briefly. Yet Dorothy is far and away more powerful than she was during Operation Ark Guardian. We'd best be wary."

Of course, Joe didn't want to have to think of Dorothy as a possible threat, but she was. So-

"I'll stay right next to Joe the entire time," Rapi interjected intensely. "I won't let her try anything."

Like Snow White, Rapi was uncomfortably quick to treat Dorothy as a threat. Joe supposed that wasn't terribly surprising, given how protective the blonde was, but, still. Yet, that was fully reasonable given the circumstances. They couldn't make assumptions about this situation going forward.

"Mine idea wouldst actually run contrary to thy plan, in favour of acquiring Dorothy's measure safely, then," Scarlet noted.

Rapi's eyes went wide, her nostrils flaring at the suggestion. "What!? No! Absolutely not! I won't leave Joe-"

Again, the Commander harshly clapped his hands to cut Rapi off when she started getting worked up. He let the resulting silence hang for a moment before he shifted his attention back to Scarlet. "You said that you were going to cut to the quick."

"I would have thyself and Rapi hidden away within a tent, to have Rapi emerge and reveal herself to Dorothy ahead of thee," Scarlet elaborated without missing a beat. "That might allow us to gauge Dorothy's response to learning that one of thee has lived all this time, unaware that they were not alone whilst working for the Central Government."

Joe, along with the rest of the girls, stopped and pondered that suggestion. It made sense to him, and Rapi, of all people, would be safe from Dorothy trying anything. Especially since she'd have Exceed available-

Ah.

Joe nodded in understanding. "Exceed would be very valuable to Eden."

"Indeed," Scarlet affirmed his assertion. "Were Dorothy to attempt abducting Rapi to deliver the secrets of Exceed to Eden…"

"That would go very poorly for her in short order," Snow White asserted, nodding shallowly as she rubbed her chin.

"Even despite my being the most powerful Grimms ever produced," Cinderella injected her own thoughts on the matter. "There was little contest if she ever closed distance with me and could punish me with Exceed in close-quarters battle."

Snow White hummed. "Like getting into a boxing match with a gorilla," the golden-eyed platinumette mused.

At being compared to a gorilla, Rapi's brow furrowed as she glowered Snow White's way, though she didn't speak up in response.

It was, in fact, Rapunzel that spoke up next. "You all believe that if Dorothy can be trusted with Rapi, then she can be trusted with Joe?"

Scarlet shifted in place, shifting her weight onto her opposite leg, cocking her shapely hips in so doing. "We had been bereft of the Crimson Fool's absurdity for even longer than Joe."

Cinderella started floating just off the tip of her toes, crossing her feet in a way that wouldn't have been possible had she remained locked on the ground. She crossed her arms beneath her chest as well.

Hover-thinking, a small tendency she'd developed after gaining the ability to fly. "With both believed dead for so long? I can see Rapi being revealed first unveiling at least something of what to expect of her reaction to such a reunion with Joe. If we could trust her to remain reasonable in the midst of such a thing."

For his part, the Commander rubbed his bearded chin, considering the suggestion. "I can follow the logic. If she reacts well to Rapi revealing herself to still be alive, it follows that there's at least a chance that she'd remain reasonable with me."

Cupping his mouth, Joe closed his eyes and pondered the topic furthermore.

"Would you attempt to discuss the matter of Eden ahead of pulling back the tent flap to reveal that the Wonderful Wizard of Oz was back there, pulling the strings all along? Or simply have me step out into the open as soon as we've gathered her measure?"

After a moment of silence, it was Rapunzel that interjected. "What if… What if we told her, if she doesn't react poorly to Rapi's presence, what if we tell her that you're alive, and we know exactly where you are, without mentioning that you're just out of sight?"

Everyone turned to give Rapunzel a surprised look. While the nun wilted slightly at having all eyes on her, if only momentarily, Cinderella let out a wary sigh before she replied. "That would be rather dirty. But, what is any of this if not dirty? We cannot wholly trust Dorothy. We need to ensure that we will not be forced to come to blows with her in Joe's defence on minute one."

"Indeed," Scarlet started. "Such would be rather underhanded. Cruel, even. Yet, such would allow us to measure her response in a manner most controlled. Allow us to probe and gauge her reaction to Joe's being alive, determine if she might be trusted beyond Rapi's return. Should she remain calm, collected, not immediately run amok, as it were… We might yet trust her enough to have Joe reveal himself."

"I don't care if it's cruel," Snow White harshly declared with a gruff frown. "Joe's protection matters above all else. I'm all for this plan. It's the least insane suggestion so far relating to Eden, though I'd take it a step beyond, and have him remain here at the Outpost in the first place, and only have Pioneer and Rapi deploy to meet Dorothy at all."

To that, Rapunzel forcefully interjected: "Dorothy would rightfully never forgive us if we kept Joe from meeting her at the first opportunity."

Snow White sharply started, "She is-!"

But Rapunzel wasn't having it. "She would feel rightfully betrayed to learn that we trusted her so little that we actively kept Joe away from her, with the implication that Joe agreed with us and had come to distrust her as well!"

The tallest of Pioneer suddenly loomed, eyes going wide and brows furrowing heavily as she rounded on Snow White, shouting the snow-haired engineer down.

"You would do well to remember that Dorothy is our sister, just the same as you, and she loves Joe just as much as, if not more so than all of us to be driven to such hatred in his name! I only stand by and hold my tongue for fear of splintering this group even more so than it already has been, but I will not tolerate for a solitary minute your childish tantrums thrown with absolute abandon to get your selfish, spiteful way in the face of discussions to bring Dorothy back into our fold when it matters the most!"

Snow White had retreated, wide-eyed as Rapunzel advanced upon her, until the shorter woman's back was to the wall. Eyes averted for just a moment, the nun didn't suffer it as she harshly grabbed Snow White's chin and ratcheted her visage to face her directly again, wordlessly demanding the smaller Nikke's undivided attention as she continued.

"You will not sabotage this attempt to reunite our family, regardless of your misgivings towards Dorothy. Am I understood, young lady!?"

A firm reminder that for as gentle as Rapunzel was, for as endlessly harmless and sweet as she seemed, this woman was once next in line to become the Pope, and could damn well demand respect and deference if she needed to. There was a reason Joe had quietly wondered if she should have been the fourth in line to command Goddess should both he and Dorothy fall after Liliweiss.

Though, Rapunzel had to get mad to let her commanding side come out. And even then, she was more suited for applying social pressure to her peers, over barking orders and giving directives on the battlefield. Good for figuratively (usually) slapping down the assorted members of Goddess if they ever really stepped out of line, and neither himself nor Liliweiss had been around to correct their behaviour ahead of her; not so much at being a military Commander.

At any rate, hardly being privy to Joe's internal thoughts, Snow White simply shallowly nodded once after attempting to swallow the budding lump in her throat-

"You will speak when you are spoken to, young lady!" Rapunzel jerked Snow White's chin further up, leaning in even closer, doubtlessly projecting raw, pissed off Catholic nun energy backed not only by the power of God, but nanomachines directly into the younger, more temperamental Nikkes eyes.

"U-understood, ma'am…!" Snow White forced out a strained reply, lightly quaking in her heavy metal boots.

Everyone short of Joe had gone wide-eyed, on account of how rare it was for Rapunzel to flip her shit and go full-on pissed-off Mother Superior on someone. Joe just appreciated Rapunzel stepping up to lay down the law, showing that he didn't need to handle matters of admonishment entirely on his own.

That being said, the man stepped forward, clapping his hands—not so forcefully this time, but still to catch everyone's attention—declaring: "Alright girls, gentle reminder that we are here to find a way to bring Dorothy back to our side. She is not to be treated as our enemy unless she demonstrates herself to be one, and assumptions will not be made to the contrary when she's made no hostile moves towards any of us. Understood?"

"Yes, Commander," the girls all responded in unison, Rapunzel immediately stepping down so as to not undercut Joe's authority. They were all ultimately soldiers, after all.

"Then we will continue to focus on ways to bring Dorothy back, to make Goddess whole again," Joe continued matter-of-factually. "Starting with our current plan to ease her into Rapi and I's survival. This will be for my protection as a secondary concern, and to not overwhelm her first and foremost. We are going to do everything we can to bring Dorothy, and by extension, Eden into our ranks. The Central Government must fall, so that the Ark, and by extension, humanity may survive."

He looked between all the gathered remnants of Goddess with a hardened expression.

"Are we perfectly clear on the path ahead?"

The girls all gave an affirming: "Yes, Commander," in reply.

Nodding, Joe smirked ever-so-slightly. "Let's get back to it, then."

The first step to reuniting Goddess and Eden against the Central Government for the sake of the Ark, one could only hope.
 
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