Aimee was grateful that Matoi Kujo and Samuel Poundstone were not out on investigation, for she had always identified Matoi as the best second-year student; Matoi viewed her rank as an objectification of her superiority over others. Had she not been born a host, she likely would have become a high-powered executive; she was a personality so intensely focused that all else fell to her determination.

  Her protege Samuel was an overly muscur student, and is the token male of this novel; that Matoi approved of him was enough for the other lesbians, but mostly they felt sorry for the poor bastard. He often cimed it was his own masochistic spite borne out of a poor childhood that allowed him to survive her mentorship.

  "Hey Aimee, why do you do this stupid shit?" said Makoto.

  Aimee looked up from her dining room table, at which the others were sat as Makoto came back from her recycling bin. "The recycling? Damn it, did you not sort it?"

  "You know that shit is the biggest scam of all time, right? How would you even know they don't just put all that shit in a ndfill anyway?"

  "Is this one of those Hymn things where I can't tell you the truth because you're going to bitch that I fucked you up next fight?" Aimee sighed. "I know because it's reguted, moron."

  "Ooo, yeah, government regutions, because no one's ever circumvented those before. They can't even get people to submit to Revenant testing before they kill six hundred people and you think they're going to track your shitty little pstic water bottle to make sure it gets recycled? Bullshit, dude. I swear you only trust shit if you can't see it."

  "Yeah, and meanwhile I can't get you to believe anything even if I expin it to you with crayons."

  "Whatever. I bet making new shit costs less than recycling old worthless shit anyway. Plus it'd just be marked with whatever it was before. Gross."

  Aimee shrugged and continued with the others. "Anyway, that's what they told me about Lanara. Flight leaves in two hours, we go, we escort her to have her Revenant removed. Government work is always a pain in the ass, so you'd be an idiot to believe them, but we're forced to be idiots here. S'why I wanted six people. And we've got a good group of strong hosts here - me, Mia, Marisa, Matoi, Samuel."

  "And Makoto." said Matoi.

  "Yeah, I figured she could come along too." said Aimee. "Tried to ask Saya to go with us, but she politely declined. Said she's not allowed to leave campus since she's a medic."

  Mia frowned. "Who will we have for healing, then?"

  Makoto sat back down. "Me, bitch."

  Mia watched as Aimee smacked Makoto hard enough that blood seeped from Makoto's mouth and wetness from Mia's vagina. She gnced over her little butch, enough to let her know that such behavior would be ter rewarded. "Well, now that the opportunity has presented itself, care to give us a demonstration?"

  Makoto grumbled, then formed Symphony's saxophone and pyed her wounds shut, albeit it could not heal emotional damage.

  "I can heal a bit too." smiled Marisa. "I mean, like, the main thing is stopping the bleeding so your host regeneration can kick in after a day or two. Just don't lose any limbs, 'cuz we're not reptiles."

  "Yet in front of me I see a bleeding snake." said Mia. "I'm assuming Makoto's healing isn't based on Hymn? Because if it is, I'm taking the bandages."

  "Separate ability." chimed Aimee. "This one works and puts your skin and organs back where they're supposed to be, not where Makoto thinks your liver is."

  Makoto proceeded to roll her eyes and point to her liver on her body, which was not anywhere close to where her liver was actually located.