ORGIA MODE.

                                  ➢     ʟᴇᴛ ᴜs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟ﹣ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ﹗﹗

                                  ➢     ʟᴇᴛ ᴜs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟ﹣ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ﹗﹗

              ‘ ... have i done something wrong ? ’ the question rings without a hint of anxiety, but mere curiousity. such a question is normally followed by the avoidance of any means of contact, shying away in body language-- appearing to the opposite with vulnerability. but such types of behaviour isn’t registered into weapons, so her posture is tall and her eyes are sharply staring into the hazel pair.

The question posed conflicts him but he refrains from not answering, understanding Aigis needs answers the most out of anyone. His fingers take away the earphones, careful to not damage them as he reflects how to explain his feelings without unconformity. Thinking of eradicating the Dark Hour means many things and if he’s honest, he doesn’t want it to end.

Ten years of his life he has had the green phenomenon and indifference has been carried towards it, never bothered by the coffins or pools of blood. However, now, when he has finally settled down — letting in others, accepting friendship isn’t a bad idea and trusting others with his back… to eliminate the Dark Hour means to get back to the dull, monochrome life he led for a decade.

Silence is never uncomfortable with Aigis, on the contrary, he is grateful how she respects his need to not offer conversation, to talk more than necessary. And he wants to repay that kindness by answering her question.

“Maybe… a peaceful one.”

peace is such a comforting word, but manages to have the weapon feel burdened by it. peace is an objective that she strives for, to achieve it would mean that her mission’s complete. done. finished.

she refuses to acknowledge that the thought of her purpose ceasing to exist in the near future is causing her to feel weighted and sick. she finds herself incapable of functioning perfectly-- to the extent that she was lagging in their quests of venturing through tartarus. unacceptable is what it’s becoming.

               ‘ i see. yes, of course... ’ hiding her      emotions   isn’t familiar to her. all that is processed is that there are internal tugs and weighs at the mention -- the thought -- of such a peaceful world. what an awful thought. this isn’t what she was made to feel. she wasn’t even supposed to feel. just a tool is repeating itself within her databases like it’s a mantra; an attempt to revert back to acting without emotions and feelings weighing her down.

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it’s dark, it’s so so dark. yet it isn’t unfamiliar. it almost feels like it would be a home, with how frequently she seems to find herself here.

                                                      she wishes it to be her home.      

he’s so close, yet so far. if she just gets close enough, he’s within arms length. but no matter how fast she’s going, he remains untouched. she doesn’t understand why this keeps happening– failing to do what she is only capable of doing.

then he talks, and it’s a first that this happened, she notes. ‘ lose yourself ‘ he says and she feels her chest tighten. what ‘ SELF ‘ could she lose ? can an artificial being have a self ? once a machine has lost their purpose, what is left of them ?

these kind, reassuring, gentle words feel like toxic and venom.

               ‘ it’ll be okay. you won’t lose me. i won’t go anywhere, so please–

                                                                           don’t go. ’

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               ‘ — junpei-san’s albums ?

                                             i have no information pertaining to an album that was created by you.

                              —— HOWEVER,

            As of late, her time has been spent filling her schedule. To those outside, she simply appears to be the busy body she always is but, to those who know, she is simply running away. But, she will not voice such a truth, even as they all watch her pitifully force a smile upon her lips, because she is their leader and she refuses to show any indication of weakness when she is not the only one who has suffered a loss. 

    However, it’s far too obvious in the way she comes home late at night and avoids the kitchen as though it were the plague. It’s become a habit far too quickly but, in this sorry attempt to heal ( or perhaps forget ), such a routine is difficult to break. And so, here she is, after another night of working at the café, trying to forget but remembering all the same. She doesn’t understand why she came here ( they’ve spent too much time together in this very park, on walks with a certain canine ), and her heart aches at the memories, fingers clutching tightly to the fabric of her skirt. 

    It’s for the peace and quiet, the voice in her mind says. That’s all. Don’t think too hard. 

    Yet, despite her words, she is lost nonetheless, so much so the mere calling of her name elicits a gasp from her frowning lips. Her gaze, once locked hard upon the ground, raises to meet the android’s piercing blues, surprise etched upon her visage, voice confused as though she were ripped away from the time she longed for and placed in this period.

    ❝ Oh… Aigis… ❞ She looks up at the sky, brows furrowing slightly. When had it gotten so late? “I’m sorry I…” A laugh escapes her, sheepishness doing poorly to disguise the emptiness. “I got lost in thought. Thanks for coming to find me.”

a stoic expression, bordering on lifeless. she blinks, once and then twice, and examines the body language of the other, noting that there had been no signs of improvements in mood over the course of the week. the little things are what give it away, and aigis is almost certain that she knows herself that it’s not as subtle as the crimson girl had hoped.

no one blames her. they all felt the same-- even when their experiences through this tragedy vary and are coped with differently. aigis only knew that she failed, even if her wasn’t her main priority. her duty was to protect, even if they’re not their leader. she was a replaceable machine that could easily be taken in exchange for a mortal life. restarting wasn’t an option for human lives.

                                   ➢     ʟᴇᴛ ᴜs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟ﹣ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ﹗﹗

               ‘ if shadows ceased to exist, what would the world be ? ’

a question that need not be asked-- one that aigis should already know the answer. her end goal was to eliminate the existence of shadows. it was in her program to do so, despite the impossibilities of erasing entities that form the cores of humans. but she asks anyway. a hypothetical, but an impossible, situation that she never thought of prior nor did she think of before the question was voiced.