Good. [Utena says this softly, almost too low to be heard. Her voice breaks, but she doesn't even seem to register that she's crying again, doesn't feel the heat of tears streaming down her cheeks. All she's aware of is the way Mami looks now, the way she seems to be fading, that she's no longer a weight in her arms.] I-I'm glad it doesn't hurt.

[She swallows hard and bites down on her bottom lip.] Mami...I...I don't know how I'll do it yet, but I want to meet you again. I will...I promise. I'll never forget you. So you can...you can rest now.

[In another world, or another life, perhaps. But when Utena Tenjou made a promise, she intended to keep it.

She would forget, in bits and pieces, because that was the way of childhood loves and dreams. But perhaps not in the sense one would think. People forgot the faces behind the sacrifices made for them, but they don't forget the sacrifices themselves. Her memory would fade when she returned to Ohtori to make her last sacrifice, become as fragile and dull as an old photograph. And then she too, would be forgotten. But her sacrifice, and Mami's, and all the sacrifices of all the martyrs and warriors, and even princes, those would be remembered as a heavy weight in the souls of those left behind.]