Sometimes she regreted having signed up for the project. This was a side-war that her company had needed volunteers for, and when her boss had mentioned it in passing she had leapt at the offer. All because she was bored; one wouldn't have thought this was possible, when the company in question dealt in time and space and spanned accross various universes, but apparently it was. She hadn't known it would mean she would be out-of-home-universe for weeks on end at a time. She hadn't known how many missions the assignment had entailed, and she hadn't known how thoroughly exhausted she would start being only halfway through. Sometimes, after a battle, she would climb up to a valley-town's outskirts and watch the sun swab the skies with blood-covered fingers, and try as hard to remember what the last person who'd shot at her had looked like, and why, when at first she would remember each and every person's face, they now all looked the same.