#start.simulation| ic

"None else but you. Go on now; attend to your King."

Oh, a volunteer.

       "Auo, you're getting in this maid outfit." Was this a plot between her and another Kishinami Hakuno? Maybe. The cat ears and accompanying maid outfit was threatening in body's hands as she shifted to bend her knees. Ready to pounce.

anon (); source You have thought about your past more than your future?

     “...”

What else was there for her to think of, to look to, to vie for? It was selfish, completely and utterly selfish in ways that this body should never long for. As it stood now this was the happiest ending that could be achieved. The true ruler of Regent of SERAPH, the real Kishinami Hakuno and Nero had been able to achieve that which she could not do herself.  The Umbral Star and Archimedes had been successfully routed, Altera had a chance to live, to live without bounds and without regret. 

Altera finally had a chance to live like the two of them dreamed of together and she was truly happy for it.

And yet she missed it.

 A wretched wish, a wretched dream. She wanted to go back to when she could be in that cage, back when she was within that ring, back when she was at her side and loved her unconditionally, if even for one day more. One second more second-

It was emotions like regret, of desire that only a human could experience wasn’t it? It was proof that she was no longer empty in the most grim of ways.

To be glitched in such a way that she must have this continued existence was a mistake to paint her heart in such an ugly colour. To allow her to form those feelings, to corrupt her mind so that she wanted for her future deletion to come as quickly as her feet traveled to escape it out of fear.  

      “....Yes.” 

@memorylost​ (); tosses a couple of candies to her body. ❛ get a costume, will you ? even i'm dressed up for the occassion . ❜ — with a clumsily made tablecloth ghost costume , but STILL ! / hi i love ur blog already 😳

There was surely something to be said and frankly there was a lot that could.  Looking between Hakuno’s ghost costume and the body’s current attire it was hard to say which had put more effort into their choice of spooky ghoul.  But for the record, it still stood that she was definitely more fitting of what Hakuno was attempting to convey with a table clothed ghost. No that wasn’t her being petty or anything. Just stating the facts. Surely she wasn’t capable of that right?

None the less at least she got some free candy out of it.  

@noircisaint​​ (); source “unique just means alone. ” 

     “...”

What was to be said, what could be said? Were it said to anyone else, to someone she cared about the rebuttal would have come so easily. It wasn't that her backbone and stubbornness wasn’t the issue. Hakuno’s expression remained blank, ridged in forced calmness. The words struck harder than they had any right to. Struck a part of her that even Archimedes failed to reach. Rather, it was circumstances of her existence that made her hesitate, words depleted and head empty.

As it currently stood she, a mere body without a mind or soul, was unique. Hakuno was unique in her capabilities to self sacrifice on a global scale, dooming every instance of her body to death for a one in a million chance to save someone she loved. She was unique in being one persisted beyond her expiration date on a mere fluke of computer. She was unique in witnessing a happy ending that Altera rightfully deserved when she should not, when rightful ruler of the moon cell was whole once more.

And for all of that uniqueness this body was alone.  

A glitch like her shouldn’t exist, she was all too aware of that. One her hand bore no command seals, her capabilities of a mage all but, shot. Were that not enough even if she should want to attempt to remain in Nero or Tamamo ‘s domains the exception that allowed her to exist would be discovered without a doubt and ensure her deletion once more. Hence she was left to wander.

Alone.

Closing her eyes, the body of Hakuno let out a weary sigh. There really was no ways around it.  No counterpoint to the reality she lived.