<span style="font-style: italic">They're taking away my name?</span>Thought Melody as she received her number of 03002.<span style="font-style: italic">They can't do that! A person's name is a part of them. The more pieces of yourself you lose, the less natural your soul is.</span>She thought. Melody was recalling the words of a very inspirational singing coach she'd had once. That coach believed that every person had an individual soul and a song to go with it. That song was a musical embodiment of every part of that person, and that the more of you you accepted, the more beautiful and whole that song would become. She also believed that as a person grew and developed their song grew and developed with them. Melody had always taken these words to heart and the thought of losing her name, a piece of herself, scared her. Her singing coach had had all of her students sing their song for her, and she always said Melody's was the most beautiful. Melody wasn't usually a very fierce or determined person, but at that moment she made a silent vow:<span style="font-style: italic">I won't let them take away who I am. They won't take my name, they won't take my voice, and they won't take my song.</span>Melody almost faltered in her vow as she realized she didn't know how she could possibly fight against these people, but then she remembered another piece of who she was and solidified her promise:<span style="font-style: italic">I won't fight them, because I'm not a fighter. But if they ever get stuck in a terrible position; I'll watch them die. And I won't sing for them afterward. Because I don't sing for those who dismantle souls. Only those who build them.</span><br/><br/>Melody held on tightly to this rare spark of determination as she went through the process of getting her gear, clothes and changing. She felt very uncomfortable changing in front of everybody, and kept her head down, severely blushing as her parts were revealed to them. She'd noticed earlier that the boy who'd threatened the soldier was on her team. She couldn't figure out what he'd meant when he'd asked if he could melt the guy. Was it a code for something? Or maybe he had some sort of super power and could literally melt the guy. Maybe the other people here had special powers too. That would make sense for the government to be gathering people with special abilities as a new breed of soldier. But why was she here? She didn't have any special power that she knew of. Well, there was that moment in the facility where all the glass and other things had just... shattered, but that was because of the machinery and stuff. It wasn't her who did it. But then Melody flashed back to her memory of what the scientists had said right before she passed out. "It must have been because of the excess of the drug in her system" or something like that. Did that mean... was it really possible that... that she'd done that? No way. Impossible. But still, Melody felt herself slightly gasping for breath as she moved to the next phase of their journey to await instructions. But that probably had something to do with the incredibly heavy duffel bag she had to drag there. Melody wasn't exactly built for muscle work and her body was aching already. There was no way this was going to be a fun experience.