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In a flash, pieces of armor rain out of nowhere all over Angel’s body, her emerald eyes the last to be buried under the stainless steel armor that now hides all of her skin. Instantly, Emma recognizes the wings-like cape, the iron feathers like knives, the wide shoulder plates, the many belts wrapping it all together… The shadow cast by the baggy leather hood almost hides the sharp helmet under which Angel, her Angel, is now just another Crow Knight of the Order of the End among hundreds, both majestic and terrifying.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Angel. If you leave now, I’ll hate you forever.</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">That’s ok. You’ll still be nice.</span>
The echo of Angel’s voice came out metallic, robotic, everything Emma knows her sister is not.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Our only target is the Incubators, Emma. We do not harm anyone unless they stand in our way, and we only kill as a last resort. I’ve met some cool guys at the Order, and we all have our reasons. I promise you: we ain’t that bad.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">At least take me with you.</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">No.</span>
Angel produces a bag from under her very wide cape and throws it at Emma’s feet. It lands on a puddle; after hesitating, Emma picks it up.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">There’s money and a Grief Seed in there. I’m sure everything will be over by the time you return to Argentina. I know you’ll be okay, and I know you'll have fun.</span>
Emma glances at the long pommel at Angel's waist; like every other Knight, her sister carries a longsword. Golden words of a secret language are written all over its sheath, words that, Emma thinks, Angel may truly believe.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Don’t go.</span>
Emma wonders if Angel ever used that sword. Emma doesn't want to think anymore.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">When we seal Kyubey out of our planet I want to spend my last days with you.</span>
And Angel wasn’t there anymore. Emma falls to her knees, scraping them against the wet tiles. Scared and alone under the rain, she grabs the dark green Soul Gem on her chest. It isn’t getting any darker.
Emma licks her wounds; at the very least, she's sure, this ended as well as it could.
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