The sky was so beautiful today.
She couldn’t have dreamt of a better day. Each moment since her activation, she had been meticulously recording the days that has happened. Every little moment, every memory, all of them observed and stored within her mind, ready for perusal at a later date. It never occurred to her that there was any special reason for doing such a thing. It was an inbuilt response, a reflexive directive in her programming that led her to store days upon months of video and data. So many minute details, so many little things that came under her noticed. They were all there, swimming within her hard drives, locked tight and hard to dislodge. Each day recorded and yet none of them were as beautiful as the one she was experiencing right now.
At the bright, shining moment, I was together with everyone.
So many little details within her mind right now. The sound of Junpei’s boisterous laughter, Yukari’s disgruntled yelps, Fuuka’s gentle chiding, the barks of laughter and companionship that forged each and every day. Each day was created out of such details, like a long tapestry weaved with memory and color. They all stood out so vividly to her, much like she was experiencing them as she did before. The minor events and major happenings, the small gestures and the loud exclamations, they would never leave her. They were a part of her now, part of what made her to be this person on this glorious day. Those days gifted her with something irreplaceable, something that had to be treasured. Those days had been shared with her, drawing her to be part of something that she never thought she could be part off. That day on the beach, staring out into the vast, blue unknown, drawn by a mysterious impulse, it all felt so long ago.
That weapon…that girl had changed. She had become more than the sum of her parts. She was given a life and she couldn’t be any more thankful for the chance. To be part of something.
Now I simply try to reminisce dearly, I will embrace the feeling.
Slowly, carefully, she brushed back his hair to better see his face. He looked so peaceful. As peaceful and shining as the day around them. For the moment, she could still feel his breathing, soft little puffs of air coursing through his lungs. It would be so easy to deconstruct and reduce the boy on her lap into a machine, a complex, organic structure assembled and constructed to support intelligence. She could see his vitals, his heart slowly ebbing away, his muscles loosening, letting all the life leak away from them. She could see the systems that had supported him to be slowly shutting down, stopping shop, running out of steam. She could see all of this, all of the intricacies that made up his physical being. She could see all of this and yet do nothing.
Do nothing but be with him. The one thing she always tried to do. Stay by his side, look after him, be his companion and his shield for whatever unknown impulse goaded her to do so. She knew now what governed this impulse, that fated encounter underneath fog and moonlight. She knew of its origin but also knew that that impulse had long died away. Those days did their work on her, every experience changing her bit by bit. She no longer wanted to be with him because her mind said so. She would be with him because her heart wanted to.
But he was slipping away.
At all times, you were laughing right next to me,
She could feel her eyes grow heavy. She could not cry. She knew this was coming. Knew it when that moment came that he left them to protect them, to face the horrors they combated. He went away and gave his life to protect them, even after everything he had already done for them. All that he had to give, all that he would ever earned, he cast them away to buy them time, to give them back their lives and give them a future. Even when he was cutting off his own.
Her words all felt so useless right now but she had to say them. She had to make herself understand what she was feeling right now. She had to say everything that needed to be said before it was too late. She briefly wondered if he’ll even understand what was being said. Did it matter to him? Did he truly care?
In her heart, she knew that he did.
Even if I lose you
She could her voices. Loud footsteps echoing as they came closer. Voices calling out for him. The commotion drew a smile from his lips. They were coming for him, coming to be with him.
I’ll recover you
She took his hand and waited by his side.
I will never leave you.