[It's an almost curious thing, dying like this: withering, slipping away. Mami's senses are taking leave of her, one by one, or at least seem to. Utena's voice comes to her as if from far away, and Mami no longer feels the weight, the warmth and pressure of Utena's arms around her. She can't feel how cold she's become, either - Mami simply doesn't feel anything anymore. Not on the physical level, not as her mortal coil is slowly peeled away. She sucks in the air to take a breath....and realizes that she no longer needs to. That, as well, she's become utterly weightless. It's a merciful epiphany, one that Mami's grateful for: there won't be any pain this time. There will be no rush of dashed hope and sharp, clownish teeth snapping shut around her neck. There won't be a brief flash of agony or the bilious taste of fear on her tongue.]
No. [Mami pulls away just enough to lift up her hands, to study how the skin of her fingers has turned clear and see-through, and repeats:] No, it...it doesn't hurt at all.
[There's a soft gladness in her voice when she says that, even as the fierce gold of her eyes is no more. They're silver now, the corners crinkling as she smiles. The yellow in her hair follows suit, fading from the roots to the tips. It's a translucence that's spreading, bleeding through, until all of Mami is colorless and ghostlike.]
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No. [Mami pulls away just enough to lift up her hands, to study how the skin of her fingers has turned clear and see-through, and repeats:] No, it...it doesn't hurt at all.
[There's a soft gladness in her voice when she says that, even as the fierce gold of her eyes is no more. They're silver now, the corners crinkling as she smiles. The yellow in her hair follows suit, fading from the roots to the tips. It's a translucence that's spreading, bleeding through, until all of Mami is colorless and ghostlike.]