"They say that we put ourselves into our stories." That was what her last singularity was all about- all the work trying to finish a tale, but in the end it was realizing who had written it to begin with that allowed them to find an ending Murasaki could be satisfied with. "...For that reason... ...A happy ending is better. And an ending..."
(She's said goodbye a lot. Musashi, lone survivor of a vanished dimension, traveler across space and time by the force of all realities forcing her away with time- confessing that she had died and returned a spirit carrying on that trend of travel, promising she would see her once again, one day. DantesThe Count of Monte Cristo, so dedicated to his hate that it defined a new class- Avenger- forcing her to fight against him, but then in the end whispering that perhaps thanks to her care, they could meet again- and they did, time and time again thereafter. Jeanne D'Arc Alter...
"You knew I'd have to go eventually. No Heroic Spirit can stay here forever- and hell. Look at me. I wasn't even a real person- you did that, you little brat. You put enough love and care and belief into someone who could only hate, hate, hate..."
She didn't want her to go though. Her Jeanne-nee. Her-
"Hey. Wanna know something?" The woman had given her one last hug in the airport. She would eventually see her again in that movie singularity, a full year later, but she had no idea that she would. In the moment, at the airport...
"Here in Hawaii, the word they have for Goodbye? It can be 'Hello', too. So, Aloha, okay?")
"...An ending is never really an ending, right?"
It's easier to hug 'herself'. The illusion of her. She puts as much of 'herself' into it, and as much as she can to help Chaos in turn.
"'Aloha'," she says quietly, watery smile on her face. "...Even if we don't meet again...lets write stories for each other, okay?"
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(She's said goodbye a lot. Musashi, lone survivor of a vanished dimension, traveler across space and time by the force of all realities forcing her away with time- confessing that she had died and returned a spirit carrying on that trend of travel, promising she would see her once again, one day.
DantesThe Count of Monte Cristo, so dedicated to his hate that it defined a new class- Avenger- forcing her to fight against him, but then in the end whispering that perhaps thanks to her care, they could meet again- and they did, time and time again thereafter. Jeanne D'Arc Alter..."You knew I'd have to go eventually. No Heroic Spirit can stay here forever- and hell. Look at me. I wasn't even a real person- you did that, you little brat. You put enough love and care and belief into someone who could only hate, hate, hate..."
She didn't want her to go though. Her Jeanne-nee. Her-
"Hey. Wanna know something?" The woman had given her one last hug in the airport. She would eventually see her again in that movie singularity, a full year later, but she had no idea that she would. In the moment, at the airport...
"Here in Hawaii, the word they have for Goodbye? It can be 'Hello', too. So, Aloha, okay?")
"...An ending is never really an ending, right?"
It's easier to hug 'herself'. The illusion of her. She puts as much of 'herself' into it, and as much as she can to help Chaos in turn.
"'Aloha'," she says quietly, watery smile on her face. "...Even if we don't meet again...lets write stories for each other, okay?"