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    Regina waited patiently with her slop for Anke to arrive, more than content to wait for her company before engaging in breakfast. It was rude to eat without everyone being there, after all. Her mother had taught her that. Wait, what? Regina clamped onto the errant thought and refused to simply let it pass. Her mother? Regina strained, trying to come up with more. She had taught her politeness at the dinner table? Regina squeezed her eyes shut, trying to come up with more, but eventually sighed and shook her head. It was no use. Forcing the memories was only going to make it all the harder to actually have them come to her. She had come up with a tiny bit. That in and of itself was good. But for now, Anke was in front of her, and that was what was important.

    Regina blinked at Anke's insistence that the past was the past. Maybe she couldn't change anything, but to simply forget and move on felt irrational at best. She'd clung to every failure in years past, using them as fuel to her fire for improvement. Not that her failures were many-in fact, prior to this year, she could count on less than one hand the number of critical mistakes she'd made. So much had changed with Anke's arrival. She wondered if somehow, that had been planned. At the very least, Anke seemed to acknowledge her need to do better, so Regina kept her gaze firmly fixed on Anke as she spoke. She had to...trust her. Regina cocked her head. Bad news...about Osnen? Regina wondered if she meant with regards to her loyalty. Regina had to trust her, believe her. She closed her eyes, taking a bite of slop as she tried to consider the meaning behind it. Trust that Osnen...wasn't right for her?

    Regina opened her eyes again. It didn't feel right. Of course it didn't feel right. How could it? To show disloyalty to the people who saved her life was akin to sacrilege. But if it was for Anke, to show her they could be strong together... "...okay." Regina ceded with a quiet expression. "I'll try my best." Regina nodded once, knowing full well such a commitment would be a difficult endeavor. Luckily, Anke gave her a much easier task, one that had her cheeks colored pink at the implication. "Okay." This 'okay' was much less heavy, one that sounded more hopeful and light. Regina went at her slop again quietly, thinking about what the day ought to entail. Shooting...still didn't feel right. She needed to wash the bad taste of the missed shots out of her head, and the range was only going to compound that issue. She could force the training tomorrow, but today she'd get nothing done, of that she was certain.

    "For today, I was thinking we could simply do some cardio. A 5k wouldn't be a bad use of time." Regina figured a run with Anke would be pleasurable enough for both of them, as well as a good use of time to train her stamina. It had been a while since she did some running outside of the gym, and the weather looked pleasant, the dust levels from the Badlands seemingly kept to a minimum for the day. "After that, an afternoon of relaxing while we get the paperwork for your transfer." That likely meant a session of cleaning her guns, which by now was therapeutic to Regina. A nice bit of a change of pace. To her, a run and maintenance was the example of a do-nothing day, a day where Regina was 'lazy'. "Unless you had any ideas?" Regina didn't want to command the conversation nor their plans, knowing full well Anke often had ideas that she couldn't possibly come up with.
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    "Cardio?" Anke asked with a sigh. "You want me to run a casual 5k?" Anke's idea of a relaxing day did not include running. But if it was something that would make Regina happy, Anke would do it. Running was something that required effort, but also left too much time to think. Her mind would feel clear, able to dwell perhaps for a little too long on uncomfortable subjects. Or her mind would run wild with thoughts on the mysterious operation that had been recorded on the check from last night's dinner. But nothing could be done, so what good would it do to dwell on these things? Anke wanted anything but that.

    "Ugh... well... okay." Anke eventually would give in and agree to go on the run. A 5k wasn't the worst thing in the world, Anke could do this. Especially for Regina. "The badlands eh?" A part of Anke enjoyed how barren the badlands were, how the dust clouds settled and stormed in alternating cycles. It was a delicate little dance that happened each and every day. It was comforting in a sense, the routine of it all.

    "I'm not sure, but I got to choose dinner last night so you can choose an activity. Or simply nothing but rest if you prefer." Anke knew that Regina had been struggling, and perhaps letting her choose her own destiny for the day would be something of a comfort. She had already endured the quote, unquote failure of the mission, there had been spending the night in Anke's bunk with all of her comrades. That seemed like enough of a sacrifice, and Anke felt the need to ask for nothing more. "I just want to spend time with you." That was her one and only request, simple enough as it was.
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    Regina, after watching Anke carefully, had come to a determination that she was about to make a critical mistake if she proceeded with her plan. "Do you...not like running?" Regina asked inquisitively, evidently concerned with Anke's well-being and preferences as she set her spoon down in her slop. She didn't want a repeat of the last couple times. There'd been too much stress, too many hiccups. Why couldn't they just do something together that was fun? Regina folded her arms, staring down at her slop for a moment. Regina liked runs. Running was a good way for her to completely empty her head, focusing on nothing but the ground in front of her and the rhythmic motion of her legs. She could zone out and watch an hour pass before she began to tire out, if she paced herself well enough. But Anke was clearly...not necessarily unhappy or stressed, but clearly not particularly pleased with the prospect. Even if she was agreeing to it, it was clearly not excited. Regina wasn't about that.

    "W-we don't have to if you don't want to." Regina quickly backtracked, thinking to herself what might be more appropriate to both of them. Other training routines she could use..."We could..." Why was she blanking on this? So many options were ahead of her. But they'd spent a fair bit of time at the gym, the range and the gallery seemed like terrible ideas at the time, and clearly Anke didn't really want to go running outside of pleasing Regina, so..."Er..." Regina bit her lip, staring down at her slop as she felt herself slowly locking up, her burgeoning emotions melting away to the robotic calculator she often became during times of intense focus...or constantly before she'd met Anke. She let her thoughts whir, focusing entirely on what would make them both happy and also be effective training. Something that would be effective, efficient. Just under new parameters.

    "Hrrrr...." Regina was thinking like a machine, trying to calculate the best possible course of action for them. "Mmm...unless you want to go to the Warzone..." The Warzone was an in-compound battleground area designed to help soldiers practice their field awareness and active shooting. It had. However, a few years before her arrival, someone had had the brilliant idea to have a paintball match in there, and ever since the tradition stuck. The Warzone had an average of two matches a day and many took the games as seriously, if not more, as their real mission work. Regina typically avoided the Warzone for a few reasons, but she was willing to sacrifice whatever she needed for Anke to be happy. Anke was insisting she just wanted to spend time with her, but to Regina that simply wasn't enough. She wanted to do something Anke would enjoy. "I am having trouble coming up with training options I feel you would be comfortable doing with me. How do you train normally?" Regina finally decided to ask the question, her arms still folded as she regarded her girlfriend inquisitively. "I do not wish this to be entirely about me. I would prefer if you were happy."
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    "I shoot. I work out." Anke answered the question rather simply, her training routine was not nearly as intense as Regina's and for all she knew that was part of the reason why she would never catch up to Regina's records. She worked hard, trained hard, but no matter what it would never be enough. Though Anke had to suppose that she was contented enough however with the work she did. She had achieved awards enough. "Perhaps you take a break just for a day, give yourself time to recover from yesterday." Anke was a bit lost for words or ideas. Everything had been swirling around in her head and it all seemed so far...

    "Warzone no thanks. I feel like the last thing we need is to gather and play wargames and just... wipe the floor with some poor unsuspecting normies." Anke rolled her eyes. It was ultra competitive, and while Anke no doubt knew the two of them would excel, they would trample anyone who dared oppose them. But that was not what was on her mind, not on this day. "How do you feel... about bowling?" Anke had never been bowling. Not even a single time, but she had known there was an ally on the base, and that it was something that might be intriguing.

    "You could say it's practice for your hand eye coordination or some such if you insist on viewing everything as a training exercise." Anke was rather pleased with herself for that comment. It was something that could be fun, could be amusing. A pleasant distraction that would keep them locked in one another. They could focus on some friendly competition, or... something that would help them connect. Maybe it would truly be good for them. Or perhaps it would simply be something like a band-aid, just a temporary cover up over what would be a larger problem. But for the time being none of it mattered.

    "Or we could just sit in bed all day..." Anke sighed, lost in a day dream of what could one day be. Mornings where they wake up together, enjoy a coffee and do something normal like read a paper or an old fashioned book. Something that seemed like a life of simplicity and ease, something so far away from what they had both been so accustomed to. So entrenched in.
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