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{The Idea: Disregarding the events of Future Redeemed, what if Z tempted M in a similar way to N, thus making her culpable in the events that transpired, just as the game suggests but doesn’t properly show?}

[Within Origin, M watches on in horror as the projector shows a live feed of N cutting through the people of the old City with superhuman speed and agility.]

Z: “Why don’t you stop him?” Z inquires

M: “Wh-what…?”

Z: “Surely, you’ve noticed. Here you stand as your beloved cuts down your kin, while holding a power that rivals his own…” “That maternal instinct… you do not wish to deny it, do you?”

M: [Looks down at her hands, which are now holding her Moonblades. The burning rage within her grows more and more. However, when she looks up at the screen again, her heart catches in her chest. N’s eyes… Dull, empty… He resigned himself to the atrocity before him, all for the sake of herself. If they were swapped, would she have…?]

Z: “Hmm.” [Noticing her hesitation, his eyes glow ablaze in a scarlet hue as a sneer creeps at the corners of his lips. Just then, N’s movements slowed, allowing the Lost Numbers to overpower him. N tries to fend off the Lost Numbers, hopelessly swinging the Sword of the End to no avail. Without Moebius’s power, he is no better than the average soldier. Eventually, he is brought to his knees as a soldier knocks the sword out of his hands.]

M: “NO!” [As the soldier raises his blade to cut N down, M screams out in desperation. Her vision blurs in violet hues as she rushes ahead, slicing through her beloved’s assailant… at least, who she believed to be the assailant. Through her haggard breath and daze, she finally notices who she just attacked as her heart stops in her chest.]

???: “M…Mum…?”

N: “What…?!”

M: [Her eyes widen as she sees an elderly man before her. Mere moments before she attacked, this man pushed the soldier out of the way– or was he trying to stop the soldier from attacking? Regardless, the words the man utters shocks M to her core. Her blades slip from her hands, falling to the ground with an audible clink]