[For all that Mami is no longer solid, no longer warm or completely real, there's still life in her voice. A certain fullness that belongs only to the breathing....if just for now, like a thin thread on the verge of breaking. Mami reaches out with fingers that are fading fast into nothingness and touches Utena's cheek as if to brush the tears away. There's no pressure, of course, no sign that any contact has actually been made. It's too late for that. But Mami makes the small, kind gesture anyway.]
I want...I want to meet you again too somehow, someday.
[Still smiling, her eyes begin to close. The world is growing quiet; Mami's time is almost done.]
Mm, resting sounds like a good idea. Maybe it's strange, but I feel tired. [and now that fraying thread has snapped; her voice is hollow, empty, will never be anything else again.] I've been tired for a long time, but.....I'm happy, now.
[Her pale and ghostly body, now more outline than substance, gives a shudder - relaxes as though she's letting out a breath. She doesn't take another, doesn't open her eyes, merely continues to dim until there is nothing left of the girl once called Mami Tomoe. Until there's only Utena and the silence of an empty apartment.
Until there's only the memory of Mami and the smile she always wore, even in her last moments.]
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[For all that Mami is no longer solid, no longer warm or completely real, there's still life in her voice. A certain fullness that belongs only to the breathing....if just for now, like a thin thread on the verge of breaking. Mami reaches out with fingers that are fading fast into nothingness and touches Utena's cheek as if to brush the tears away. There's no pressure, of course, no sign that any contact has actually been made. It's too late for that. But Mami makes the small, kind gesture anyway.]
I want...I want to meet you again too somehow, someday.
[Still smiling, her eyes begin to close. The world is growing quiet; Mami's time is almost done.]
Mm, resting sounds like a good idea. Maybe it's strange, but I feel tired. [and now that fraying thread has snapped; her voice is hollow, empty, will never be anything else again.] I've been tired for a long time, but.....I'm happy, now.
[Her pale and ghostly body, now more outline than substance, gives a shudder - relaxes as though she's letting out a breath. She doesn't take another, doesn't open her eyes, merely continues to dim until there is nothing left of the girl once called Mami Tomoe. Until there's only Utena and the silence of an empty apartment.
Until there's only the memory of Mami and the smile she always wore, even in her last moments.]