Ocean winds blow on the land

In companionable silence, they sit, each providing maintenance on the other's armor.

"It must be nice," Pneuma says, thoughtfully. "Knowing exactly what to do, and how to execute the right movements."

She knows what to do when faced with a battle situation, calculating power output requirements, but it's more of an intuition than anything one can put a precise number to. Foresight shows preimages, but they're still being fed through to a Blade-forme body's faculties.

KOS-MOS tilts her head...some slight number of degress, Pneuma doesn't know which.

"Nice...it is possible. The same information, for you, would be overwhelming."