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In the ashes of this dynasty, Momo hopes she will finally be able to live her own life, live for herself, and hopes that eventually… she will learn to be okay with that.
She hopes, despite everything.
"Shh," Allegro says suddenly, across from her, and even the lowest of snuffles goes silent.
Around her, the truck rumbles to a stop, brakes grinding. Faint voices sound outside, then the crunch of snow underfoot. The back flap to the truck bed flips up, and yellow, cold light strikes against the darkness. The guardsman that peers into the gloom barely withholds a wince under the sudden weight of a hoard of gleaming red eyes.
Shakily, the flashlight coasts from one corner to the other and it finds Momo in the middle, finds her flat, shiny eyes. The woman pauses, thumb smoothing purposefully over its greenlight switch. Momo doesn't tense, just holds her gaze steady even as Allegro shifts, the planes of his face rippling with barely contained apprehension and disgust.
With a loud swallow, the muscles in her throat flexing, the woman takes a steadying breath before calling a strong, "All clear!" to the Wall guards and dropping the flap back into place. The words are echoed in a faint chorus, and Momo blinks, fluttering away the sudden tears.
There is a long moment of silence, but the truck slowly lurches forward with a groan, the headlights of their following, stolen caravan fluttering between the swinging cloth. A deep shadow swallows them, and then passes, tinged a sickly green, before disappearing. With a small, breathless laugh, Momo curls her fingers into her knees, the bare skin bleeding a wet red and white.
They're in. They're in. She wonders what Mama will think.
Nothing will ever be the same, but.
But, Paradise will be beautiful, and all of the Fines and Milenas out there will get to live for themselves too. This will be the end of this shameful, purposeless war.
Momo's going to make sure of it.