[ Her face is flushed. Every one of her muscles ache. She feels like she's on fire, but she doesn't have any way of cooling down. Subaru, down on one knee, struggles with the simple task of chambering new rounds for her weapon. Her hand just won't stop shaking. ]
Come on... ten minutes.... I can do this... ten minutes... [ Spare rounds fall and scatter along the floor and she slams her fists down on the ground in frustration. ] I can't— I can't focus, I can't... «We can do it.» Mach Caliber? «I know the limits you have for your body and you know the ones I have.» [ It's not hard to guess what she's referring to. Subaru closes her eyes and takes in a shaky breath. She's afraid... but fear cannot be what stops them. ] I know.
[ She doesn't have enough energy for Full Drive, but there is something else; something that taps into a different set of reserves, which has had dire consequences for the two of them in the past. Yet all around her people are hurt. They are suffering and they are separated from outside help and there is a chance that they might die.
She, like many others present here, cannot sit by and let that happen.
Subaru stands in a magic circle — one that matches the patterns that show in the dark concentric circles of her eyes. Her blue-green irises light up a bright, unnatural yellow, and her face is set in an angry scowl.
A combat cyborg does not feel pain. A combat cyborg does not suffer a fever. A combat cyborg cannot feel weakness, or nausea, and her limbs will not shake. ] Come on, everyone! We can hold on! We have to!!