The flood gates of Mycerra's email opened two hours before she woke up to a new day on Omega.
She spent breakfast clearing out the spam emails.
She saved all emails from Pacyra Colton, Wei Bohai, Wei Yu, Galaxy Portman, Calun Dravis, Diyal Bakshi, Tabitha Votham, Titus Deltano, Antonia Prima, and other associates.
Deciding to shelve the email duty for later, she checked the time, packed a small lunch for herself, and headed down to Bohai's tiny apartment. The street he lived on proved slightly less dangerous than the street she lived on in the beginning of her stay on Omega. She dodged two pick pockets on the way to his place and made a mental note to update the security codes for her omni tool.
She arrived early via back alleys. "You receive any new emails from outside of Omega?" She asked in a lowered voice.
He opened his omni tool and checked. "No."
"Maybe the backlogs are clearing up." She mumbled.
He scratched the back of his head. "Look, Boss, about the personal emails…I needed someone to talk to." His cheeks turned pink.
"You're like a little brother to me, Bohai. I don't mind being a sounding board." She smiled gently in hopes it eased his embarrassment.
"Some of them are embarrassing."
"Bohai, it's okay if you crack a little. We crack. We're supposed to. We're only human."
She spotted Tallyn lurking twenty feet away and discreetly signed to him she noticed his presence.
He glared at an eavesdropping batarian teenager.
Mycerra motioned Tallyn closer. The teenager jogged forward. She gestured to Bohai and Tallyn. "Tallyn, this is Bohai. Bohai, this is Tallyn. He's one of the people I'm helping." She made the introductions. "He, along with his comrades, operate their business this way. Indiscreetly."
Tallyn stepped forward; arms still crossed.
"We can finish talking about it later." She promised Bohai. "Tallyn, Bohai, let me know if you have any leads about who the people of the Maw were working with, please."
"We'll let you know, Colton." Tallyn said.
Bohai checked his email again. "Boss, why can you access your emails, but I can't?"
"Don't know. Let me know when you figure it out. I must walk the kids to school." She smiled at both. "By the way, I um took care of Location Alpha. Might want to sync up."
Tallyn flashed an OK signal. "Beta today?"
"Possibly."
"Colton?" Tallyn stepped toward her. "Mathers isn't working out."
"What do you mean?"
"It's a feeling." Tallyn shrugged. "Can't describe it."
She nodded grimly. "You need him to disappear or…?"
"We need him to find another job."
"I'll talk to Aria."
"We don't need to involve her."
She patted his shoulder. "I'll find someplace for him."
"Thanks."
She walked away from the pair. Bohai chatted up the batarian about his name. She smiled. Friends. Comrades. Associates. Normal. This felt right. Better.
She met Craid on his front step. "I'm early. Why are you early?" She asked curiously.
Usually, he'd be finding a lost sock, repacking his backpack, or working on homework he didn't finish the night prior. She liked Craid but his work ethic concerning academics needed improvement. His enthusiasm for flying gave her hope he'd find his way off Omega without resorting to crime.
Craid started walking in the direction of school and his friends. "Mom's acting weird. Dad's talking about leaving Omega. For a colony. I don't want to leave my friends."
She put her arm around his shoulder. "And pilot school?"
"I want to fly shuttles. Like Tannetus Kloss. The pilot of the Normandy."
"Everyone needs a hero." She guided him toward his friend's house where three turians waited. They played a game of dice. "Boys, shall we?" She smiled at the familiar faces.
They lead the way.
She listened to them talk about their newest teacher, a turian from Zhu's Hope. Her omni tool pinged.
"Hello?" She asked in mild confusion.
"Mycerra Colton?" A hazy voice asked.
"Speaking." She answered hesitantly.
"I thought Nihlus was ribbing. I didn't know – "
Mycerra stopped with the kids on the corner. "Who am I talking to?"
A long pause broken by a thud held the group hostage on the corner.
"Hello?" She pressed more urgently.
"Sorry. It's me. Pacyra. Your sister."
She stopped breathing.
"You still there?"
"Yeah, yeah. I must walk the kids to school. Can I call you back?" Mycerra finally said.
The kids faced her.
She forced a smile.
"I have a free schedule. I'd love to talk."
Mycerra swallowed hard. "I'll talk to you later. Bye." She ended the call and clenched her shaking hands.
"Are you okay?" Mihal asked.
She flexed her hands. "No, Mihal, I don't think I am. But we're going to get all of you to school on time. Let's move out before you're late and I must apologize to your parents." She exhaled.
"Are all humans this pale?" Gilappus asked Craid.
She gently moved them forward and encouraged a faster pace. They arrived before the buses. She sat on the nearby bench as the children filed off the bus. She breathed deeply, in and out, and pinpointed the crack on the sidewalk. Her eyes followed the crack to the next panel.
Her hand hovered over the omni tool.
She refused to select Pacyra Colton from the list of contacts. A small voice nagged at her to tap the button, what's the worst that could happen? Tap it, Mycerra, just tap it. Are you afraid? What's the problem?
"Colton." A familiar turian voice interrupted her self-torture.
She snapped her hand back. Her mind back pedaled out of fear straight into memory lane. "Brom. It is Brom, right?"
"I heard what you did for the Lassoss boy. He's had a rough time since his father was killed by an adjutant. It's good to see good luck rolling his way."
"How do you know Quincent Lassoss?" She asked, voice shaking.
"You look pale for a human."
She breathed shakily. "It's a long story." Kids swarmed past them. The myriad clusterfuck of conversations converged into one glob of unintelligible mess. "I think I met my sister for the first time in my life and I have all these feelings in my chest I don't know what to do with."
"On Omega?"
"She called me." Mycerra tapped her fingers on her leg. "We're four years apart. Never talked before. I don't think I've ever seen her in person, pictures only. An officer in the Alliance military."
"I had a brother too, like that. The good brother. We connected three years ago. He had a family on Palaven. I haven't heard from him since the reapers. Haven't heard from my parents either." Brom dropped his voice, his tone dipping emotionally.
"I'm sorry."
"It's war." He relaxed and manspread. She shifted to make more room for him. "What are you going to do about your sister?"
She cleared her throat. "I don't know. I hate her. I want to know her. I want to yell and scream into the void of nothingness. I want to hate. I want to love. I want. I don't know what I want right now, or with her, or for myself."
"When I talked to my brother for the first time in a long time, I called him a string of names. Told him to never call me again. A month passed before he called me again. I wasn't angry at him anymore. I was disappointed in myself. I acted without honor." He placed his hand on her bouncing leg. He applied enough pressure to stop it without hurting her.
"Was everything right with the Spirits after you apologized to him?" She asked, voice catching.
"It helped me sleep easier at night." Brom admitted. "I needed to look at myself and why I pushed him away. It was a dark place in my life."
She swallowed hard. "Do you like being a mercenary?" She asked.
"Do you like saving children?" He retorted, his tone shifting positively.
She nodded. "If I can help someone feel good, or better, with the life they have, then I feel better about myself."
"I feel the same way about mercenary work. If I have purpose and direction, without the overbearing weight of the government on my neck, I am comfortable." He shared freely. He lifted his hand off her leg.
"You never said how you know Quincent Lassoss." She said.
"I'm involved with his mother." He explained. "I promised her I'd keep him safe. I thought my connections would make him immune. I was wrong."
"I don't know how people live on Omega." She said.
"Call your sister back. Start small. The resentment may be there your whole life, but you don't need to let it control you. We're taught from birth to be responsible for our actions and to be in control."
"Be the standard." She summed up. "Set the example."
"Exactly." He smiled.
"General Titus Deltano. A good man. I used to lie awake at night at the camp and think about the what ifs. What if I had a father like him? What if I had someone like that in my life at a young age, someone I trusted?" She said. "I feel cheated."
She noticed the silence and looked over.
He watched the buses drive off.
"Sorry for unloading on you." She whispered.
"I don't like shooting alone. You're welcome to join me when you need the company." Brom whispered. Teachers rounded up the lingering students. Mycerra waved at the teachers she established a friendly relationship with and nodded to those who thought her presence unnecessary or suspicious.
She smiled. "We can invite Quincent to join us. Teach him."
Brom agreed.
She wandered Omega collecting data and compiled it in a dumping database she'd sort out later. The hours between start and end of the school day blandly merged into one lump she identified as 'hours spent breathing' rather than 'hours spent productively.' She picked up Craid and his friends at the end of the day, crossing paths with Brom and escorting three boys him instead of four.
Mrs. Warden presented her with a meat pie. "I'm told you like varren."
Mycerra eyed up the meat pie curiously. "Is this like giving someone apple pie as a welcome to the neighborhood?" She asked delicately.
"This is my gratitude in the form of a dish you can safely consume." Mrs. Warden explained without a hint of condescension.
Mycerra accepted the meat pie with less trepidation. "I appreciate the gesture."
Mrs. Warden stepped out of the apartment.
"Craid, are you and Mihal okay to walk back by yourselves?" Mycerra asked.
The batarian nodded. "We'll be extra careful."
"I'll catch up." Mycerra promised.
They waved goodbye and departed.
"Mrs. Warden- "
"If you need help- "
"I don't need or want a reward from you, Mrs. Warden. I'm happy to give you back your child in the same condition he left." Mycerra bowed her head. "You're a good mother. He's a good kid."
"If you do, I'll try to lend a hand." Mrs. Warden promised.
Mycerra cleared her throat. "There is actually something I'd like to learn. Your son operated the cryo pods. I had no idea what buttons to push or what powered the pods. I would like if you showed me how to operate cryo pods. Not as a reward but as a request. If you have time."
Her education on such technology lacked; and she need to remedy that before she encountered it again in the field, among other technology she needed to familiarize with if she wanted to be on equal ground with others around her.
"I can make room in my schedule to teach you. Any days other than the first and last of the week are acceptable. Are you preferring early hours or late hours?" Mrs. Warden volunteered enthusiastically. She opened her omni tool and checked her calendar.
Mycerra reset her expectations for the Warden family.
She opened her own calendar and stood side by side with Mrs. Warden.
They tossed times and days back and forth before settling on the middle of the week early in the morning before the start of Mrs. Warden's shift.
Mycerra caught up with the boys before they reached Mihal Lidan's home. "Sorry about that." She adjusted the meat pie in her arms.
"We know how to walk home safely, Miss Colton." Mihal said kindly.
"I know. It makes me feel better." She told the truth. "And it makes your parents feel better too."
"Good night, Miss Colton." Mihal relented.
She patted Craid's back.
"I Know why you walk us to school." Craid said.
She cocked her head toward him. "Why?"
A shuttle zoomed overhead and careened toward a building in the distance. She rooted to the spot and reminded herself she didn't need to be the hero at every crash and attack. She turned away in time to avoid watching the crash and mangling of a plaza.
An alarm resounded from a loudspeaker in the distance. EMT shuttles zoomed toward the scene from two separate directions.
Craid watched it all with detached concern. "You're bored."
"Am I?" She countered seriously.
He nodded.
"Maybe I am." She answered and pondered it. "We're allowed to be bored, right?"
"Yep." Craid fist bumped her offered fist.
The long day nagged at Mycerra. She called Bohai to soothe anxious thoughts about his well being and settled into the kitchen booth after Bohai promised her he and Tallyn hung out and that all his limbs were still attached. She ended the call with her head in her hands wishing she worried less about the people around her.
"My lovely love." Amani called out upon entering. "Why so disturbed?"
She inhaled and put up a shallow front. She explained her brief encounter with Brom, shared Mrs. Warden's offer and gestured to the meat pie in the fridge and ended it with telling Amani she spoke with Pacyra. She purposefully left out the part of her communication ability improving drastically.
"You should call her. What do you have to lose?" Amani said offhandedly.
Mycerra's breathing hitched.
"I'll be right here." Amani promised. "I have work to complete but I won't be far."
She buried her face in Amani's cleavage. "You smell weird."
"Different cleaning chemicals at the lab that are supposed to be better for the baby." Amani explained. "I'm going to shower. I'll be right here when you're ready to call her."
She watched Amani disappear into the bathroom, listened to the shower run, and hovered her fingers over the omni tool in anticipation of connecting a call with Pacyra Colton. Strict prohibition maintained the stubborn distance between fingertip and button. She pulled her fingertip back the moment Amani stepped out of the shower with nothing more than a towel.
"You'll regret it if you don't." Amani said knowingly.
She frowned, loathed the fact Amani was right, and closed her eyes. She pressed the button to call Pacyra Colton. A long pause extended; connection weak. Amani changed into clothes and dove into her data pad on the opposite side of the apartment.
Static noise cut the silence of the apartment.
"Pacyra?"
The hazy connection needled on her fragile nerves.
"Mycerra? I thought you'd take a few days."
"I wanted to." Mycerra pulled on her hair. "I realized I would never call you back if I did that."
"Nihlus keeps saying we need to talk, and I was trying to give you your space, but we're getting married in a few days, and I wanted to talk to you. I hoped you could attend, but you stayed on Omega."
Mycerra activated software to clean up the reception. She clenched her hands in her lap, leaned forward as if on a hinge, and ignored Amani observing her from the new couch.
"I read Nilhlus's email about it." Mycerra said. "Did you plan on living on the Normandy?"
"We're on the same team and he's working for the council. We don't have plans to pick a home yet. Life is short, and Nihlus and I want to make the best of it."
Mycerra looked towards Amani. "I know that feeling too well."
"I heard you're having a little girl."
"We're naming her Tia." Mycerra wondered why Amani settled on that name. She'd ask later.
"What made you pick Amani?"
"I was lonely, and I wanted to thank her for her help. The pickup line was awful. Bottom of the barrel." Mycerra laughed nervously. "I think what clinched it was me playing hero at the right moment."
"You have that type of reputation. We visited Haven 1 after you were taken to Omega. Before we knew where you were. Talked to people. You help. It's what you do." Pacyra paused. "I wanted to know my sister. In spite of everything, you turned out to be a good person. We followed different paths but we both followed good."
Amani slinked across the room and wrapped herself around Mycerra. She held the shaking human.
"What is good, Pacyra?" Mycerra asked seriously. "Is killing someone in defense of another good?"
"Good people do bad things for the right reasons. They taught us that during N7 training."
"I'm tired of killing, Pacyra. I'm tired of…pretending if we try hard enough, we can fix it. Hope and pray. What good does all that do if there are no results?"
"Who said there isn't results?" Pacyra challenged. "You have half a camp ready to elect you. The name Colton isn't known because of me, but because of you."
Amani kissed Mycerra's forehead.
"Have you tried therapy?" Pacyra asked. "It helps. If you give it a chance."
"I'll think about it." Mycerra said. "Good luck with the ceremony. Remember to take pictures. When you're old and gray they'll be fond memories."
"It was nice to hear from you." Pacyra sighed.
Mycerra leaned into Amani's arms. "It was nice to finally meet you."
"Can I call you after the honeymoon?"
"My price is pictures." Mycerra bargained.
"Deal. Goodnight, Mycerra."
"Goodnight, Pacyra."
Mycerra leaned against Amani and cried silently. Amani rubbed her shoulders and played with her hair. They sat in the kitchen booth long enough for numbness to set in.
"When the doubts set in, remind yourself that you are where you are because you made good decisions too." Amani whispered.
"I'm tired of being broken." Mycerra said. "I want to be normal."
"You are normal. You're more normal than I ever could be." Amani stroked her hair.
"I need therapy, don't I?" She asked.
"We all need therapy. You and I – we can go together." Amani squeezed Mycerra closer.
Mycerra closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed to the reapers and dug deep for the strength she relied on. In the darkness, she looked up at that big red beam emitted from the gigantic metal squid and never flinched. The blaring horn sent shivers down her spine, yet she stood on that mountain of debris shrouded in darkness. She stared up at that red dot drifting her way and raised a single middle finger.
She opened her eyes to Amani's apartment and renewed strength. "We're not broken. And we're not normal."
"We still need therapy." Amani almost smiled.
"If you know a good therapist, I'll go with you." Mycerra promised.
Amani checked her omni tool. "Will you be, okay?"
"I need to sleep it off. Usually helps." Mycerra assured. "Sorry for disrupting your work."
"In a month or two, I won't be working in the lab anymore. Too much risk to the baby."
"Does that mean I have more of you?"
"It means we can figure Us out better." Amani said.
Mycerra sent Amani back to the couch and laid her head on the table. She closed her eyes and revisited the rubble mound and the reaper towering over the city. She walked towards it, arms wide out. She screamed obscenities at it until her voice hurt.
She opened her eyes again.
Dragging herself out of the booth, she soaked in the shower first, then laid in bed and sorted through her emails. She spared Bohai's for last. She started with Nihlus Kryik and Pacyra Colton. Then she dove headfirst into Tabitha Votham's.
Amani found her asleep, mid reading of an email.
She deactivated the omni tool and kissed Mycerra's forehead. Curling up next to Mycerra, Amani rested her head on Mycerra's chest. She listened to the steady heartbeat, watched the right hand reflexively twitch off faint biotic energy, and traced her fingertips along Mycerra's ribs.
They weren't broken. They were afraid. That's what no one wanted to say.
They were all afraid.
Amani found them a therapist within the week. Mycerra completed the camera placements despite her injured hand and tail placed on her by the Blood Pack. Bohai and Tallyn connected to the hip and before she poked too deeply into the investigation behind the Maw situation, Voss and Wilmak invited Bohai into their group.
She kept her distance to give Bohai the space to be his own person. Each person, their therapist said, carried trauma differently.
She wanted him to carry trauma his way, not her way. Her way destroyed her little by little. She needed the therapy. She needed Amani like Amani needed her. More than that, she thanked the reapers. Without them, she'd have wandered through life looking for answers and finding confusion, maybe a glimmer of truth at the occasional crossroad.
Amani dragged her to a party at Aria's apartment while Bohai partied with the Collective.
"You look tired, Colton." Aria pushed a drink toward her.
"The therapist tells me the nightmares are supposed to mean something. Then there's the emails. My communication channels are wide open thanks to Nihlus. Now I have a daily report from Tabitha, Diyal, Deltano…I even received a message from the Primarch asking after my health. I was mad at Dravis, but now I realize I was wrong. Except he's not answering my emails and I'm not going to call him. I have this huge family around me and for some reason I can't accept that they're permanent. That they're not just going to up and walk away if I do anything wrong. The opposite, in fact. But I – I'm afraid, Aria. I'm afraid if I accept it, then when I lose it, it'll hurt twice as much."
"That's life." Aria said. "You take risks for rewards."
Mycerra studied the bar top. "I've never had a family before besides Hammy. Now I do."
"What's the problem, Colton?"
Mycerra looked up. "I've never been afraid for myself. Not since Hobalt's. I forgot how vulnerable that makes me feel. And I don't like it."
"That's called life. You live it." Aria pointed out. "Stop living up here and live from here." Aria pointed to her head and then her chest.
She downed the drink in one go. "Fuck it."
"Take that to Amani. Tell her it's non-alcoholic. I don't want to see you leave her side during the party. Live." Aria ordered, and then smiled. "Make each moment count."
Mycerra saluted her and walked off with the fresh drink in hand. She passed it over to Amani and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Amani blushed. The music turned up. A dance floor cleared near the balcony door. Several people danced, arms in the air to the synthetic beat.
"Are you okay?" Amani whispered.
"You're not going to leave me, are you?"
"No. Who else can I be weird with?" Amani teased.
Mycerra cleared her throat and calmed her nerves. "I'm okay. I guess that therapist opened another world of trouble for me to lose myself in. I'm not sure if that's a positive, but it's enlightening. Tonight, is about us and fun. I'm not much of a dancer."
"That makes two of us."
Aria rolled her eyes at their awkward social etiquette.
"I'm not a fan of the view, but if you want to lean on the railing and 'admire' the view, I will not complain." Mycerra offered.
Amani looped her arm around Mycerra's. "I'd be happier in the lab, but the skyline is an acceptable alternative." She allowed.
"We can make tear gas again." Mycerra casually suggested. "Actually, Bohai and I should make some. We may need it in the future."
"No, no – what are you planning?"
"Nothing, but Omega has a way of kicking my shins when I start to feel at peace." She picked out the corner and leaned. Amani held the drink in both hands and mimicked her. "As a precaution."
Amani laughed.
They counted the buildings dotting the skyline. "Are you okay, Amani? I know the last few weeks have been tense for us both. The therapist is savage. No survivors."
"Havi is intense. She helped me move past Illium."
"I like Havi. She's upfront."
"She is. She thinks if I share what happened on Illium our relationship would improve." Amani sipped the drink.
Mycerra slipped out of her heels and let down her high ponytail. She raked her fingers through the loose hair.
"I'm afraid if I tell you what happened on Illium, you'll think less of me."
"Impossible." Mycerra rubbed her back. "You're what – over two hundred years old? I bet you have stories on stories."
Amani snorted. "Making me feel old."
"You look hella great for over two hundred. Like damn, you fill out a lab coat like no one's business. Can I be your pants for a day?"
"Only if I'm allowed to be your shotgun for a day."
Mycerra laughed. "Woman, you are more than welcome to help me clean my shotgun."
Amani winked.
"I can teach you how to take it apart, fix it, mod it. We could go into security together. Start our own company. Bring in Tia. Build a family business we can be proud of."
"You realize we've only dated for months?"
Mycerra turned towards her lover. "Is it to early to make plans like this? I can…pull it back if you need me to."
"No, no. I love your 'in the moment honesty.' It's very human. As a longer-lived person, we tend to take such plans with more preplanning."
The weight of the hesitation pushed Mycerra deeper into her own head.
"A business like that, it demands more than love. It needs to be on point. I know you know what you're doing, but we need more than that. My mother, she was a mercenary for many years before she decided to have me. We could talk to her and put together a better plan."
She breathed easier.
"A few more years." Amani said soberly. "A few more years and we conquer the galaxy."
"Speaking of galaxies, Bohai is doing well for himself. He had a guy's night at Afterlife with Wilmak and Voss. I think he visited the races the other day with Tallyn. He spends more money at the cinema than he does on thermal clips."
"He's a personality when he's not Team Boss." Amani teased. "Team Boss and Wei Bohai are thoroughly divorced."
"I think it's a co-dependency issue. He's trying to pull away from Yu, but he's not sure who he is. He's living and learning. He's young. He's only eighteen. If he's lucky, he'll see one hundred fifty." Mycerra explained seriously. "It's why I've been letting him do his thing on Omega. Team Boss is great, but Team Boss gets old over time."
"I'll find him some busy work." Amani volunteered.
Mycerra swelled with pride. "I heard the other day that he went on a date. With a turian."
"Stop spying on him." Amani joked.
Mycerra laughed. "Craid told me. He's asked me to take him to Earth when I leave. I told him I can't do that without his parents' permission."
"You should take him with you."
"Hadar thinks it's a great idea, but Yusa is vehemently against it. Bohai says he heard one of the pirates say Yusa and attack varren. Naturally, I know Hadar asked me to investigate it. And his wife's name is Yusa. I only know of one Yusa on Omega. Not saying it's not possible but- "Mycerra shrugged and let the subject drop.
Amani moved closer and handed the glass over to a waiter. "What's your gut tell you?"
"It adds up. What I don't understand is why? Why would you give your son over to pirates?" She explained the nagging thought in the back of her mind. "At the age of ten. Where's the benefit?"
"It is odd." Amani agreed. "What have you uncovered?"
"Bohai and Tallyn say the communication logs were erased and corrupted. We can't confirm. The population records confirm that Yusa Voldek is in fact batarian and mother of one. There's two different spellings to the name, only one belonging to Yusa Voldek. They tried finding Yussa Grai but it's like she doesn't exist on the station. She's dead, became an adjutant, or she doesn't exist."
Amani absorbed it all. "Strange. Too strange."
"I won't take him with me if Yusa says no."
"That's Omega for you. Give with one hand and with the other double tapped for caring." Amani declared. "My mother called me today. She's head of the Defense Council for the city now. Before that she retired from mercenary work and worked private security for a firm."
"Lenaye, right?"
"I told her about you. About us. She said once business is concluded, she'll travel to Omega to meet you. I think it'll go well. She only knew my father for a week before she chose him."
"Is your father still alive?" Mycerra asked. As much as she spoke with Inos and reviewed his collection of information on hanar, their natural lifespan eluded her. Pride stopped her from asking Inos directly how long the species lived.
"Hanar don't live that long. He died before the reapers attacked Kahje."
A breeze flirted with Mycerra's skirt. Mycerra followed Amani's inevitable lowered gaze and stepped forward quickly. She captured Amani in her arms and backed her toward the wall shared with the bathroom. Amani reversed the position and placed Mycerra's back against the metal.
Two turians exited onto the balcony to talk business. Amani moaned into Mycerra's shoulder. "Way to kill a mood." She mumbled spitefully.
Mycerra laughed. "Surely you know a few people inside, right? Let's talk to a few people and bail early." She whispered.
Amani leaned on Mycerra. "I can't wait to be someone no one wants anything to do with."
Mycerra didn't have the heart to tell her what being Mayor meant for their privacy and free time.