after she gets grace onto the project, she has a nightmare about shapiro and debois both getting blown up so she's going to have to send grace against his will.
she wakes up, tries to shake it off and splashes some water in her face, but when she looks in the mirror there he is.
silently staring at her over her shoulder in a uniform that has yet to be created. she doesn't know why or how, none of it makes sense, and he doesn't say a word. somehow she knows, though, she knows her dream wasn't just a dream, and that the ghost is a prophecy, a warning.
so she tries to keep everyone safe, tries to make sure that they will all live, that grace will watch the launch by her side, that she gets to keep him on earth and alive.
the ghost doesn't budge. it follows her, and she sees it in light beams and mirrors, in the back of a crowd, in empty rooms. first, she tries to ignore it. then, she attempts to bargain with it, but not a word comes from his lips.
the more time passes, the more desperate she gets, losing control in rooms that aren't really empty, looking at herself in the mirror but into eyes that aren't hers. throwing a glass at him and it flies right through him before shattering against the wall.
"tell me! tell me how to keep him from turning into you."
"are you going to stay, at least? when he's gone?" quieter, defeated, at the end of long days, and the ghost just tilts his head.
everything goes to shit, people die, and she runs towards the explosion thinking this is how i kill him.
the night before she tells him he is going to die, that he is the only solution she has, she talks to it again. she was made to carry the world and yet failed to change the fate of the one person that she has come to care for the most.
"does it matter? that i tried? that i did everything i could to keep him?"
the ghost, of course, does not answer, making her question if she ever tried at all or just told herself lie after lie to still lie awake at night, wondering.
the love was there, but did it matter? did it change anything? was there a point to it if it will always play out as a tragedy? was it really a warning or simply punishment for choices she had yet to make?
fate spins along anyway. his fate was spinning and stretching until she was handed a pair of scissors and told at any cost.
eva cuts the thread, she was always going to cut the thread, and the next time she looks in the mirror, there's only the lingering grief of what could have never been, and grace is gone.
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