[Despite herself, Makoto raised her wrist to wipe at her eyes. She understood what she did. She understood what she must have felt... is still feeling. She could imagine an ever-present, ever-knowing weight that this is the way that she was going to die. But what could she say? This wasn't an event that was happening, or going to happen. This was what happened. An immutable fact of the past that continues from the beginning of history to the point when a young woman decided to step up for the good of all.]
Y-You're very strong, Minako-chan, I-
[There's a blip and the sound of the system firing up. [RECONSTRUCTION INITIATED]. Makoto glanced around in confusion, unsure of what is to come.]
[They didn't have to wait long. A red carpet form, rising up in to a tiered dais leading up to a decorative casket. Set to the side -- the grieving family -- only two. One was a stern woman with shimmering grey hair and a stern expression. The second was small and mousey in comparison: a younger Makoto.]
Oh... [The current one, the real one, eyes droop. Right. She was given her own one of these, huh...]
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Y-You're very strong, Minako-chan, I-
[There's a blip and the sound of the system firing up. [RECONSTRUCTION INITIATED]. Makoto glanced around in confusion, unsure of what is to come.]
[They didn't have to wait long. A red carpet form, rising up in to a tiered dais leading up to a decorative casket. Set to the side -- the grieving family -- only two. One was a stern woman with shimmering grey hair and a stern expression. The second was small and mousey in comparison: a younger Makoto.]
Oh... [The current one, the real one, eyes droop. Right. She was given her own one of these, huh...]