30.1 Backtracking?

Supporting was something that I was intimately familiar with. I loved playing support, almost never being responsible for shot-calling despite being the one to almost run the show by the sidelines. The ability to avoid responsibility was something I loved, the pressure of failing easing off in favor of simply playing second fiddle to the guy that was truly in charge.

Then again, that didn't mean that I was scot-free from all responsibility.

"That's that, I suppose."

Guidance's words brought me back to our current reality as the enemy [Rig] finally surrendered against our onslaught. Well, more like they just stopped throwing bodies at us after the umpteenth shower of blood that the dev managed to make with her buster new [Move]. Seriously, that [Art of War] of hers was like a free get-off-me card.

"So it would seem," I sighed, sheathing my pistols as I stared at the carnage we left behind. "At least the [Rig]'s still floating."