Genesis
It should be a crime to be up at this hour. Like, really. At five on the dot, Cree woke me up through the link, a gentle but firm nudge in my mind. I'm then forced to rebel by taking an entire half hour of prep time before I head downstairs, a small act of defiance. That backfires when I miss my chance at breakfast, and he's waiting for me at the foot of the stairs with two water bottles. One with some sort of viscous green gunk, and the other with clear water. I'm told to finish up the gunk before we even get to the training fields, a truly unappetizing start to the day.