Arizona was standing, monitoring the repairs of Abbey, and Ranger when she felt someone tap upon her shoulder. Arizona turned to see Mizuki standing there. "Mizuki? something wrong?" Arizona asked with concern. Mizuki would go on to explain that she had something come up that was rather important. Arizona was a bit suspicious of Mizuki's reasons, but she didn't try to convince the destroyer if she didn't want to stay. She was not assigned to her fleet. She was only a volunteer. "Okay, Mizuki. I wish you fair winds in your travels. You will always be welcomed back to the fleet." Arizona stated before pulling the fox Mental Model in for a hug. Arizona truly did wish Mizuki well, and hoped to see her again someday. though at Mizuki's last cryptic message, Arizona's head tilted to the side as she wondered what the destroyer meant. She was referring to a small collection of Kimonos that Arizona downloaded out of curiosity.<br/><br/>Arizona would watch as Mizuki returned to her ship, her IFF Signal no longer showing that she was of the 223, but an independent unit. "Good Luck, Mizuki." Arizona whispered softly as she watched the small ship pull away, and make for the horizon. Arizona did grieve for the loss, but was happy that Mizuki was going to fulfill her own ambitions. Arizona lets out a sad sigh as the speck that was Mizuki disappeared over the horizon.<br/><br/>Arizona would then move to the bowels of herself. Into the cavernous hold that once held her Gravity cannon. Looking at the unit that remained, How torn up it looked. opening her windows, she tried to find anything on her gravity cannons, including the Logs of the times that it was fired in anger. Nothing, and that scared her. she could only wonder why? Arizona felt incomplete, lacking. Could she even call herself a battleship anymore?<br/><br/>Arizona's melancholy mood would manifest itself into the Japanese garden of Suzu. Arizona gave Suzu a soft distant smile as she told the battleship she looked nice. "Thank you Suzu. That means a lot." Arizona stated before slowly stepping away, and sitting upon a stone bench beside a pond. With in the waters, the koi fish were swimming, programmed to swim in erratic behavior. Arizona mirrored the same sad sigh as her real world counterpart did.