White sky, sacred space, acoustic rhythm, eternal silence, golden anchor the most despised. Let us not make the same mistakes because it does not seem like fantasy, let the war speak, and the enemies sneak, as the water gives the sound, the snow on the town, will erase the mound. Sigh"Nonono, that couldn't fit much right...? Big Seven needs a good letter for music this times. Colorado will do this even better without stress..."

"So... let me open my eyes to see what orchestra of life I'm on, after all, the tool that polishes the creator can break," saying that West Virginia opens her eyes to now see that she was sitting on a bench, outside the port but close to a climb, her guitar case resting next to her on the bench as a notebook rested on her lap, with the pen still grasped in her hand.

West Virginia: "Ah, Commander..."She noticed your presence."Wandering by here? Or, am I ready to witness weakness of others? The West of the Virginia here doesn't mind..."She spoke in third person, raising an eyebrow curiously as her crimson eyes looked at you."Because, After joining your fleet, the answer to my question has been gradually answered..."She looked down at her other hand, directly at her palm, before tightening into a fist."This power of mine is destined to protect everyone including you, Commander."She says while looking up newly at you."My strength still has its value, even if I'm no longer the heroine of the battlefield. Does that have sense, Commander? Hope not making any nonsense..."