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The easiest way to hide in plain sight and make sure people never look your way twice is to show them exactly what they expect to see, nipping any sprouts of curiosity at the bud. So Fox chose to make his Guard regulation perfect. Never step out of line, never step into the spotlight. Fade into the background and keep the system that’s designed to exploit and hurt everybody running.
By now everything felt cold. He couldn't remember when hot barely surpressed anger had turned into numbness and finally shifted into this sinking clawing feeling that extinguished any hope to redeem himself. What was the point of trying to change. They'd all die without anyone remembering their names anyways. But even in a world full of only wrong choices, not making any is the worst.
Guard HQ had been a lot of things over the course of the war: a cramped office, an understocked medical emergency hub, the place where Grizzer peed on an official flimsi demerit note, the centre to strategize about stretching rations, the walls where his vode felt protected enough to create a safe space, their personal hell of never ending shifts. Fox didn't want their last memories to be inside these dirty and crumbling durasteel walls, it mustn't turn into a mass grave.