[There is no Drift left. The pons and LOCCENTs are all disbanded, packed up and put into storage. There's no need for them anymore. No one to use them either since there's just one pilot left standing and what kind of sick joke is that anyway.
A career based on working in pairs and there's a single one left.]
[ Mako can feel herself smile, a faint, gossamer thing that isn't quite there, and she hurts for him, pressing tighter and hoping he feels it, hoping that he knows the things she never got quite the chance to say. ]
[When he sleeps. That's a rather big qualifier and you know it Mako. He was an insomniac before Pitfall and after, he's not sure there's a word for how little he sleeps and how little he wants to.]
Why look for you in my dreams when you're here right now?
[ Mako says quietly, resting her chin on his shoulder. ] I don't know how much longer I'll be here for. For all we know, I'm just a figment of your imagination.
[He finally gives up on staying where he is, on just lying there and pretending that everything is normal and fine when it's not, she's saying things that remind him that it's not and he moves on to his back in her arms.
Raleigh would swear that he sees a flash of her, before he blinks and there's no one there. And he feels like crying because if she's a ghost or something he made up-- either way, she's gone.
[ Mako is quiet for a few moments, letting him turn -- she could see the hurt in his eyes, the pain and the sorrow and the grief when his gaze slips by her after a moment. Mako wants to cry, herself, because she knows how heartbroken he is.
She's really dead, and the truth of it is undeniable, even when she attempts to press her face against his shoulder. ]
I'm sorry. [ A beat, then in a bid to lighten the mood: ] But we saved the world, didn't we? You're a hero now.
[Not better. Raleigh closes his eyes again, rather than directly face the fact that he can't see her, even if he can feel her shifting around him. Sometimes it's just easier to lie to himself, and make believe. Hurts less.]
I never really gave a shit about being a hero, Mako. I think I just wanted something to live for again.
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[There is no Drift left. The pons and LOCCENTs are all disbanded, packed up and put into storage. There's no need for them anymore. No one to use them either since there's just one pilot left standing and what kind of sick joke is that anyway.
A career based on working in pairs and there's a single one left.]
That doesn't even make sense.
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Do you not have dreams, Raleigh? When you sleep.
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Why look for you in my dreams when you're here right now?
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[ Mako says quietly, resting her chin on his shoulder. ] I don't know how much longer I'll be here for. For all we know, I'm just a figment of your imagination.
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Raleigh would swear that he sees a flash of her, before he blinks and there's no one there. And he feels like crying because if she's a ghost or something he made up-- either way, she's gone.
She's really dead too.]
I hate this.
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She's really dead, and the truth of it is undeniable, even when she attempts to press her face against his shoulder. ]
I'm sorry. [ A beat, then in a bid to lighten the mood: ] But we saved the world, didn't we? You're a hero now.
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I never really gave a shit about being a hero, Mako. I think I just wanted something to live for again.