[Despite the sudden and unsettling reminder of her dwindling time, Mami is a warm and pliable weight in Utena's arms. Funny, that only at the very end does she finally get a taste of what she's always wanted....but that's okay. She'll accept that, and gladly.]

....would you kiss me, please?

[A pause. Mami presses a little closer against Utena's shirt.]

Maybe it's selfish of me to ask for that. [She admits it softly, yet without guilt; Mami doesn't have time to feel guilt anymore, or shame, or self-hatred. She doesn't want her last moments to be weighed down and tainted by the pain that’s dogged her heels since she lost her parents.] Still, it's what I want.

[She colors prettily, and adds in a murmur:] I've wanted it for awhile now, to be honest.