Scotland, Iris had to admit, was a very beautiful place. It was a shame, then, that her first time visiting the country had to be marred by such horrible memories. Finding the Fell humans had been incredibly easy; she could track Arthur’s blood from three galaxies away. Taking them out had been even easier, and with Alyssia assisting her, it was impossible for anyone to run away. The battle, if it could even be called that, had been cathartic, and she’d worked through some of her fear and frustration. While she’d known Arthur had faked his death, seeing his lifeless corpse had rattled her more than she’d thought was possible. It turned out that knowing something was false didn’t quite prepare the heart to act logically. I already love the fool, don’t I? How did I catch feelings so fast? There was no denying it anymore, and she’d have to be an idiot to think otherwise. Iris would be the first to admit her initial fascination with the young man could only be described as an obsession. Finally meeting him had to be one of the most mortifying experiences of her life. How did you look a man in the eye, knowing you’d been neurotically searching for him for the last four years?You didn’t.Iris still wondered if she should strangle Ayesha for forcing her into such a situation.Walking through the wreckage that remained of the Fell humans' base, Iris mourned the loss of life. The System's army was severely lacking when it came to rehabilitating their veterans, and their lack of soldiers hurt them more and more as the years passed. In a perfect world, Fell beings wouldn’t be a thing, proper soldier rotation and adequate recovery times would solve the problem.That didn’t justify the experiments they’d been running here—nothing could; only Iris sincerely believed this never would have happened if only the soldiers' deployment had been handled a little better.Still, the evil of what had been done here could not be (...)