3rd Person POV:
Washing away the blood that bleed from his eyes and nose, Yn turned to glare at himself in the mirror.
Yn:...
(SHATTER)
Shattering the screen, Yn looks at the women who entered the restroom.
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Yn:(glares) You aren't allowed here. One of you especially.
Jen: Don't worry about it.
Yn: What you want better be important. In my condition, I might get violent.
Tifa: We'll keep it short.
Jen: You know the Solar sisters, right?
Yn:... Hmph. And...?
Tifa: What would you say if we could get you one of them to pilot?
Yn: Pass.
Jen: What!? Pass!?
Yn: I wouldn't be caught dead in one of them. The idea of a Gear representing gender baffles me.
Tifa: That's it? They're two of the most powerful Gears known to humanity and you don't want to pilot them because of some cosmetic dislike?
Yn: Are they individually superior to Solas?
Jen:...
Tifa:... Not quite...
Yn: Then it's pointless piloting even one of them! They are a set and without a partner of equal skill...
Yn: Might as well pilot any Gear.
Yn: But what does it matter? I'm done fighting Lucifx.
Tifa: What do you mean, you're done?
Yn: Our tie was the end of our rivalry.
Jen: Wait! What!? That's it?!
Yn: If he attacks me, I'll defend myself, other than that, I have nothing more to prove... Or attempt to prove.
He leaves the sisters dumbfounded as he makes his way to his hotel room.
(Opening Theme)
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Neo Gear
Science FictionThe Year is 6022... 1000 years since a planet-sized supercomputer was stolen by an A.I named Aiba. For all those years the eighth planetary nations worked together to try and find that marvel of science that was impossible to remake. Finding a clue...
