[ minako's turned away from all of this--stepped away from makoto too.
she finally takes off the transmitter before things can progress further, not really caring if there might be an unforeseen effect. the images around them flicker out. the rest of what happened is too personal to show. ]
I entered the main body, and gave up my soul to seal Nyx away. Destroyed her physical form, too, I think. I realized people weren't going to stop wanting death and calling her--she wasn't evil, just... answering people's will. And she couldn't be beaten, either, so...
[ she laughs--a slightly forced thing--still not looking at her. ]
One girl for everyone on the planet. Not a bad trade, right, Makoto-chan?
[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...]
[ minako takes a step back, before taking all of this in. it's... pretty clear what makoto's remembering, and even after everything she just shared, it feels like an intrusion. but-- ]
... One of your parents? [ she asks the question softly, eyes on the casket.
[Makoto couldn't watch and drifted her eyes away from the scene.]
Yeah... my... dad...
[Just as she was about to choke out more words, a couple entered in. The memory of Makoto's eyes drift up to them sadly while the stern woman kept her intent gaze.]
We just wanted to let you know we're sorry for your loss. He was an honorable police officer.
He was trying to help the prostitution and trafficking ring. He's a hero. You two should be really proud.
[The memory of Makoto muttered for the dozenth time. 'Thank you. He will be missed.' The older woman's hand folded across her chest and gripped the other arm. She did not seem to accept the praise. As the two left, they turned toward each other. Their tone was trying to be a whisper, but the sitting women could easily hear them.]
A teenager and a young woman, right? That's going to be tough...
He really left them quite the burden... but the older one just became a public prosecutor, right? I wouldn't feel too bad for them, really...
[The knuckles of the older girl whitened as her grip tightened around her arm.]
[ okay, she can't look at this anymore. minako closes the distance she'd placed between herself and makoto, resting her hands on her shoulders. ]
Makoto-chan, you don't have to show me this if you don't want to. I'm not going to judge or anything, I lost my parents too, just-- [ she squeezes, looking down. what the room is showing is so intensely personal. ]
Try to think of something else, or just--take the thing off?
[Her eyes focus on Minako. Yeah, that's right. She did that too, didn't she. Acknowledgement in her eyes, she reached for the device to take it off.]
['He was a hero. He died trying to save people. He did the right thing, right?' The memory asked. The other woman looked down at her, fire in her eyes that softened at the sight of the younger sister. 'I like to think so.' She finally said. 'But now's not the time to think of that... No matter what happens...']
...we'll always be there to help each other.
[With the faintest of smiles, she reaches for her device and plucks it off. Instantly the room returns to the way it was just a second ago.]
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she finally takes off the transmitter before things can progress further, not really caring if there might be an unforeseen effect. the images around them flicker out. the rest of what happened is too personal to show. ]
I entered the main body, and gave up my soul to seal Nyx away. Destroyed her physical form, too, I think. I realized people weren't going to stop wanting death and calling her--she wasn't evil, just... answering people's will. And she couldn't be beaten, either, so...
[ she laughs--a slightly forced thing--still not looking at her. ]
One girl for everyone on the planet. Not a bad trade, right, Makoto-chan?
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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...]
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... One of your parents? [ she asks the question softly, eyes on the casket.
why is this so common for them? ]
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Yeah... my... dad...
[Just as she was about to choke out more words, a couple entered in. The memory of Makoto's eyes drift up to them sadly while the stern woman kept her intent gaze.]
We just wanted to let you know we're sorry for your loss. He was an honorable police officer.
He was trying to help the prostitution and trafficking ring. He's a hero. You two should be really proud.
[The memory of Makoto muttered for the dozenth time. 'Thank you. He will be missed.' The older woman's hand folded across her chest and gripped the other arm. She did not seem to accept the praise. As the two left, they turned toward each other. Their tone was trying to be a whisper, but the sitting women could easily hear them.]
A teenager and a young woman, right? That's going to be tough...
He really left them quite the burden... but the older one just became a public prosecutor, right? I wouldn't feel too bad for them, really...
[The knuckles of the older girl whitened as her grip tightened around her arm.]
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Makoto-chan, you don't have to show me this if you don't want to. I'm not going to judge or anything, I lost my parents too, just-- [ she squeezes, looking down. what the room is showing is so intensely personal. ]
Try to think of something else, or just--take the thing off?
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['He was a hero. He died trying to save people. He did the right thing, right?' The memory asked. The other woman looked down at her, fire in her eyes that softened at the sight of the younger sister. 'I like to think so.' She finally said. 'But now's not the time to think of that... No matter what happens...']
...we'll always be there to help each other.
[With the faintest of smiles, she reaches for her device and plucks it off. Instantly the room returns to the way it was just a second ago.]