If I want John alive, I've got to ditch my fear!

Isurd...it's not a name that rings with much promise. Rather, once you say it, it stops short, depositing you off a cliff and leaving you to fend for yourself with whatever it is that needs attention.

Not that Isurd isn't very personable. Zeon, too, tries, but he won't deny that it's difficult to manage when commanders' only advantage is how they hold, carry, themselves.

Right now, Isurd's not holding himself any particular way, chest bare and ether lines glowing. Zeon can see why this sort of thing might be appealing - access to the cultivation of a separate, inner life.