"What's that? Shaxx had you look in on me? Whatever for?"

Devrim listens attentively as you explain Shaxx's instructions.

"Ah, training. I understand. Tell him I told you something pithy about follow-through."

Devrim offers a tight smile. "I'm a little… busy, here. Never a quiet moment in the EDZ. But then, things are heating up everywhere. Word is the Witness's forces are hitting the Mothyards, in the Cosmodrome."

"None of us know what's coming next. I'll admit I'm… not entirely sure I shouldn't be back in the City with Marc and Suraya."

Devrim's stoic facade falters only briefly; another breath, and he's unreadable.

"I'd better get back to it. As for you, I think you're best suited for the front lines, fighting the battles we can't."