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He couldn't say how long it'd been since the mission to the bridge. He couldn't say he particularly cared. The irony that the computer had been the lesser threat--and the less lethal one, did not escape Kyle. Of course, he had never believed Skynet spawned of itself. People had to build it, to program it, and to have the arrogance and the foolishness to turn it on and allow it to become sentient.

But that wasn't what kept him drifting.

The thought that his world was gone, just as the war was about to be won...that stole precious hours of sleep from him. Even if he would have otherwise considered the rooms this AI offered him--under her fresh guise of benevolent leader--he could not accept sleeping in a bed while everything he fought for was gone.

Kyle needed to do something, but all he seemed to find himself doing was retracing steps back and forth in the City. After so long, the City was becoming claustrophobic all on its own, and yet...he did not relish the thought of walking through those pulsing hallways again. He would make an exception, should there arise another instance for him to work for the good of the crew, for a chance to save his home, and Sarah, but he wouldn't wander about simply for a change of scenery. He'd never had scenery to change before.

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Nanoha was training, as she had so many other nights - yes, she'd learned her lesson about overworking herself before, but it was impossible for her to just take it easy, when sitting still led to her thinking about the people who weren't there with her. She had to get out, she had to act; even if acting was just simple exercise to keep her skills on edge as she flew through the buildings, leaving a trail of magenta light behind her. She'd missed the feeling of wind in her hair after spending so long in GLaDOS' labyrinths.

The sight of a figure on the deserted streets was odd enough to make her take notice, and as she swooped down the empty avenue, her eyes sought out his face - she wondered who he was, and why he was out there tonight. Maybe he was trying to keep himself from thinking, too.