Omg the pain
How am I giving orders right now? Ui Koori stares at First Class Ihei Hairu’s remains. Her head lies severed a few feet from her body.
He needs her. He frowns, surprised by the force of his emotion.
He needs to go back in time, to stop this injustice. To keep Hairu alive.
“These melon buns are delicious,” he says, and she giggles.
“That’s why I brought you here, silly. They’re the best in all Tokyo!”
Her hands brush his, and warmth springs into his belly, back then and even now.
Ui gapes at her corpse.
I love her.
I love her, and I didn’t even realize.
He feels as if he hasn’t understood death, nor loss, until now. She should not be fallen. He needs a chance – a second chance – to set things right! To face his feelings.
Ui isn’t much of a praying person, but he finds himself supplicating every deity he can think of for this second chance.
I’ll do anything to hear her laugh again.
So when Nimura Furuta holds out that beautiful preserved head a few months later, he will tell himself it is an answer to prayer. He will hold fast to this chance.
Mercy and Magic 