Ω XII
[Fate spent a long, long time choking back sobs after seeing the news report. The sight of her best friend, partner, and love's anguished, motionless face wracked at her mind. Her heart felt ready to explode. She had lost her pillar of sanity and confidence]
Because I am too weak, you suffered. Because I am too inept, I failed to return you to Vivio. Because I am too pitiful, you died.
Because I am too cowardly, I never told you the extent of my feelings.
[Like a knife severing ropes holding her up, the image flashing through her head over and over cut away at everything holding her up. Perhaps partly due to despair and partly due to something she inherited through the Testarossa name, she became more and more brittle before she cracked and broke.]
I'll get you back. I need to. I must. I have to. What I saw--was it true? Her eyes...I would never mistake those blue eyes for those of anyone else. If I can't...
What would I do? I want to give up. If she's gone, I have no reason to keep going. My entire world has been knocked out from underneath me.
NAN...NANOHAAA!
BARDICHE! Barrier jacket! Scythe form!
...YES. YES, SIR!
[A window at 1246 Williams Road explodes and a bright yellow flash shoots out and into the air above the houses. The metal gauntlet on her left hand crackles and snaps with electricity and in her right hand she holds Bardiche, in the form of a long, black scythe with a bright, crackling yellow energy for a blade. As she yells down to the streets, her voice cracks and chokes.]
GRADY!
Where is he? Grady, I will get her back. Give her back. Please. I know you're there, listening. Come out and fight me. I'll destroy you if that's what I need to get her back!
Because I am too weak, you suffered. Because I am too inept, I failed to return you to Vivio. Because I am too pitiful, you died.
Because I am too cowardly, I never told you the extent of my feelings.
[Like a knife severing ropes holding her up, the image flashing through her head over and over cut away at everything holding her up. Perhaps partly due to despair and partly due to something she inherited through the Testarossa name, she became more and more brittle before she cracked and broke.]
I'll get you back. I need to. I must. I have to. What I saw--was it true? Her eyes...I would never mistake those blue eyes for those of anyone else. If I can't...
What would I do? I want to give up. If she's gone, I have no reason to keep going. My entire world has been knocked out from underneath me.
NAN...NANOHAAA!
BARDICHE! Barrier jacket! Scythe form!
...YES. YES, SIR!
[A window at 1246 Williams Road explodes and a bright yellow flash shoots out and into the air above the houses. The metal gauntlet on her left hand crackles and snaps with electricity and in her right hand she holds Bardiche, in the form of a long, black scythe with a bright, crackling yellow energy for a blade. As she yells down to the streets, her voice cracks and chokes.]
GRADY!
Where is he? Grady, I will get her back. Give her back. Please. I know you're there, listening. Come out and fight me. I'll destroy you if that's what I need to get her back!