Remembering Snow, My Fallen Mentor

As I stand in the dimly lit hangar, the familiar hum of machinery and the faint smell of oil bring back a flood of memories. It’s been months since Snow passed away, but the pain still lingers, like an open wound refusing to heal. I often find myself wondering if I’m doing enough to honor his memory. Was he proud of me when I first stepped into the battle mech arena? Did he watch over me as I piloted Eclipse into my first few matches?

My mind drifts back to our countless training sessions. Snow was always stern, pushing me to my limits, but there was a kindness in his eyes that few people saw. He taught me more than just how to pilot a battle mech; he showed me what it means to be a true warrior. His death was ruled an accident, but I can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to it. Bear’s victory felt hollow that day, and The Baron’s presence looms over everything like a dark shadow.

I’ve been poring over old footage and data logs, searching for any clues that might lead me to the truth. It’s a daunting task, but I owe it to Snow to uncover what really happened. As I prepare for my next match, I feel his presence around me. His words echo in my mind: ‘A true pilot doesn’t just control the mech; he becomes one with it.’ I’ll carry his spirit with me into every battle, and I won’t rest until justice is served.