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ourhellhouse2017-04-04 08:34 pm
pallasathena) wrote in ourhellhouse2017-04-04 08:34 pm
no bread burning here
It was silly in some ways and she knew that. But humans did silly things, didn't they? No, this wouldn't have been silly for a human. Despite how long it had been, she couldn't help clinging to those old thoughts. That it was strange because it was her. That she was strange.
How long was it appropriate to mourn someone? And how long was appropriate for someone like her? Someone like him? Her fingers traced the railings of the stairway, and she remembered- no, she accessed her memories of- the others clamoring down them. They were going to see a movie that day, her, Yukari, Junpei, and him. It seemed more human if she forgot what movie it was, but she still remembered. She remembered all of it.
Finally, she reached his door. While before she may have barged in, she knocked lightly. That was silly too, wasn't it. There was no one waiting on the other side. She could not hear his heart beating, his chest rising up and down with every breath. Sometimes he would turn in his sleep. At first, she always woke him up out of concern, only to be shooed away. But it wasn't normal for her to be in there with him. At least... like that. What would it be like? To be with him in the way Yukari could be? Would he have even wanted that from her?
Aigis waited, and when there was no answer, she entered the room. She expected there to be no one, she expected for everything to be as it was. But instead, she was greeted with another door, one akin to those found during the Dark Hour. But she hadn't detected anything, and now with this finding, she should contact Mitsuru and the other operatives and-
She knew everything she should do, everything she was supposed to do, everything she was programmed to do. Still, she found herself drawn to the door and without knocking this time, she opened it.
He was there. That alone would have been a surprise, but his body also.... He was truly there. He wasn't a statue. Of course, she was well familiar with illusions. And she knew what she ought to do, given all the data she had compiled. But wasn't this response extremely human?
"Minato-san... I. I'm sorry..."
How long was it appropriate to mourn someone? And how long was appropriate for someone like her? Someone like him? Her fingers traced the railings of the stairway, and she remembered- no, she accessed her memories of- the others clamoring down them. They were going to see a movie that day, her, Yukari, Junpei, and him. It seemed more human if she forgot what movie it was, but she still remembered. She remembered all of it.
Finally, she reached his door. While before she may have barged in, she knocked lightly. That was silly too, wasn't it. There was no one waiting on the other side. She could not hear his heart beating, his chest rising up and down with every breath. Sometimes he would turn in his sleep. At first, she always woke him up out of concern, only to be shooed away. But it wasn't normal for her to be in there with him. At least... like that. What would it be like? To be with him in the way Yukari could be? Would he have even wanted that from her?
Aigis waited, and when there was no answer, she entered the room. She expected there to be no one, she expected for everything to be as it was. But instead, she was greeted with another door, one akin to those found during the Dark Hour. But she hadn't detected anything, and now with this finding, she should contact Mitsuru and the other operatives and-
She knew everything she should do, everything she was supposed to do, everything she was programmed to do. Still, she found herself drawn to the door and without knocking this time, she opened it.
He was there. That alone would have been a surprise, but his body also.... He was truly there. He wasn't a statue. Of course, she was well familiar with illusions. And she knew what she ought to do, given all the data she had compiled. But wasn't this response extremely human?
"Minato-san... I. I'm sorry..."