[Utena burrows her face against Mami's neck, sniffles, and at last begins to cry - it's an anguished, sorrowful sound. Broken sobs interspersed with pleading she knows by now is fruitless:] But you d-don't deserve to die! I-I can be happy with you, I am happy, so please...please...I just want...
[Eternity. What is eternity? Ages upon ages. Years upon years. Eons upon eons. What was the point of living in a world where everyone died? What was the point?
Living in this world, it just made her sick. She'd wanted to stay static, to never change. The Gardens was this way too - static and neverending. She could pretend to be happy here, if she tried. If she tried. But Eternity is not happiness, she knows. She remembers now what she saw, and allowing that to continue to stay in this coffin, in any coffin...
(Who is that? she'd asked her prince. The girl in red was in front of them, a million silver shards piercing her body. Every slight, twisting movement brought a new facet of agony to her young face.
She's a Witch, he answered.)
That was what Eternity was - not this, this comfortable coffin, but millenniums of suffering. Neverending, never-changing. An empty movement. The weight of the world's hatred on that girl's shoulders for an eternity. And Utena had promised to become a prince for that girl, to save her. To release her from eternity, no matter what it took.
Mami too, is making this promise, is becoming a prince in her own right. She is rejecting eternity, this comfortable, static world, her coffin. For Utena's sake. To deny her that opportunity would be cruel.
Eventually, the crying tapers off into softer noises - hiccups and sniffles. Her grip loosens a fraction, but she doesn't let go. It's hard to talk - her throat is raw, voice hoarse with sobs - but she manages.]
I want...I want you to know that I love you. I'm sorry...so sorry...
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[Eternity. What is eternity? Ages upon ages. Years upon years. Eons upon eons. What was the point of living in a world where everyone died? What was the point?
Living in this world, it just made her sick. She'd wanted to stay static, to never change. The Gardens was this way too - static and neverending. She could pretend to be happy here, if she tried. If she tried. But Eternity is not happiness, she knows. She remembers now what she saw, and allowing that to continue to stay in this coffin, in any coffin...
(Who is that? she'd asked her prince. The girl in red was in front of them, a million silver shards piercing her body. Every slight, twisting movement brought a new facet of agony to her young face.
She's a Witch, he answered.)
That was what Eternity was - not this, this comfortable coffin, but millenniums of suffering. Neverending, never-changing. An empty movement. The weight of the world's hatred on that girl's shoulders for an eternity. And Utena had promised to become a prince for that girl, to save her. To release her from eternity, no matter what it took.
Mami too, is making this promise, is becoming a prince in her own right. She is rejecting eternity, this comfortable, static world, her coffin. For Utena's sake. To deny her that opportunity would be cruel.
Eventually, the crying tapers off into softer noises - hiccups and sniffles. Her grip loosens a fraction, but she doesn't let go. It's hard to talk - her throat is raw, voice hoarse with sobs - but she manages.]
I want...I want you to know that I love you. I'm sorry...so sorry...