“Nothing, Miklos,” Peace replied calmly. After years of working together, it wasn’t a super surprise anymore when he just… overrode her game. “But you owe me a level in Fruit Ninja now.” She put her phone away and peered into the throbbing golden light that marked the entry to Agartha just as much as the flowering plants and the constant buzzing of bees did. Honeyed light, someone had called it once, and Peace was inclined to agree.

“I don’t remember seeing your name on my mission parameters. Are you here for me, or for someone else?” The girl raised an eyebrow and pulled her hood down. Once deep red hair was now deep blue instead, lighter in places than others, and rolled into a massive side bun. Somehow the color just made her look pale as ever. She felt cute, almost. In a weird way. Strange what a little bit of dye did for one’s confidence.