"Do you think Mythra's okay?" Pyra asked Rex as they prepared for another mission. She watched Rex equip his new armor. Salvaging was not so much of a real occupation these days outside of the ruins that surrounded the former World Tree, but he had also outgrown the old suit over the last year. His new armor was still somewhat modeled after it though with an ever trusty albeit modified anchor attached to his forearm. It was still blue of course even if Pyra had secretly hoped he would have gotten something red so that they could match.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Rex asked as he clamped on the anchor.

"I don't know. She just seems kinda…irritable lately."

"Heh, she's Mythra. That's kind of her thing."

"I know, I know, but I'm afraid there's something more to it. I think she might be afraid that we'll drift apart."

"Forget Mythra?" Rex seemed flabbergasted at the mere thought, "That'd never happen."

"I know! But I'm afraid she's struggling to find her place in the new world."

"Mythra helps keep this town running! She's plenty important."

"I know that. You know that, but with us getting married soon, maybe she feels like she isn't doing enough. Like she's being left behind."

Rex furrowed his brow at the statement. He had been spending a lot of time with Pyra lately. So much so that he felt like he may have been neglecting Mythra. "Maybe you have a point. When we get back, let's sit down and talk things out."

Pyra smiled and nodded, "I like that idea. I want her to feel welcome in our lives."

"I do too, but we should hurry, or we'll be late."

"And don't forget that we're supposed to get a grain shipment from Gormott," Pyra reminded Mythra as she prepared to leave.

"Yeah, I know, I ordered it," Mythra replied rather annoyed.

"Right, sorry," Pyra apologized rubbing her arm.

"You are such a softie," Rex teased as they started to leave with the other mercs.

"Like you're one to talk," She lightly poked Rex in his side.

"Guilty as charged," Rex beamed before placing a chaste kiss on Pyra's cheek.

"Rex, not in front of the mercs," Pyra blushed bashfully.

Rex laughed as Mythra rolled her eyes and started heading back. Forcing down any vitriol in her throat, she headed back to the mercenary HQ. Once she got there, she noticed that one of the guards was missing.

"Where's John?" Mythra asked the other guard.

"I don't know. He never reported in."

"Sorry!" The guard in question ran up, "My wife was–"

"I don't care what your reason was!" Mythra snapped, "You'd better not be late again."

"Ma'am," The other guard interjected, "Miss Pyra–"

"Do I look like Pyra to you?" Mythra flared at the other guard zipping him up real quiet. Glaring the two down, Mythra stomped off into the base angrily leaving the two frozen to their spots for several minutes.

Arriving at her desk, Mythra clutched her head. What was she supposed to be doing again? For some reason she could not quite remember. Something about supply shipments. Argh, why did her head hurt so much?

"Miss Mythra?" One of the mercs asked in concern.

"What?" Mythra looked up, "Nevermind. I'm going home." She waved her hand, "Take care of…whatever." The mercs were left to watch dumbfounded as she left shortly after arriving.

Stumbling into the door, Mythra stopped over the trap door suddenly going rather still. It led down to a secret room with a vault. Only a few really even knew it was there or the combination to the vault. It only held one thing: Malos' core crystal.

So, Mythra really did not understand why she was climbing down the ladder, nor why she opened the vault. All she knew was that she found herself staring at the purple crystal almost mesmerized. It had been so long since she had thought of her brother in any meaningful way.

What went through his head as he did what he did? Did he…have a point? Why was she here? What was her purpose? Had these people really proven their worth to live? What made them so special? How did she know they would build a civilization worth anything? Rex tried, but he would die one day. What would happen then?

Her head pounded as she slowly moved her hand forward. Her mind was so clouded that she did not notice her core crystal once again flickering – this time with more intensity.

Shaking her head, Mythra slammed the vault door shut breathing heavily with her core crystal emitting steady light once again. The blonde blade slid down the wall of the hidden room clutching her head in fear. What was wrong with her?

A/N: Perhaps I should have mentioned it would be a weekly release. Either way, this chapter is a bit short, but chapter 6 should make up for it.