The Federation can make room for every kind of oddity, but not for a single outlier.
As a crazy killer who wields a long sword and stops killing with killing, Shuai Fengmo has heard no line more ridiculous than, “I'll quit for good after this job.”
For example:
(Zhang died a month ago. Even his ashes were scattered to nothing by the desert wind.)
But Shuai Fengmo doesn't care. That's because inside her head lives an aloof, proud older sister who only ever brushes her off with an “Oh.”
“Big Sis, I took down five mutant beasts today. Tell me I did well.”
“Big Sis, a bad guy's blood got on my hands. Should I wash them?”
“Big Sis, I miss you so much... Can we never be apart again?”
“Oh...” A cool response came from the sea of consciousness.
But Shuai Fengmo smiled, her eyes crinkling with delight, because only she knew how much tenderness lay beneath that voice.
Kill the cruelest people, hold the gentlest big sister.
