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Where was she?
...
The sound of dead space, the rumbles of a planet long gone.
She did this, right?
It doesn't matter anymore at this point.
She knew what she was getting herself into, knew what kind of shit could've happened.
So..
Why was she dissapointed?
Is it because of them?
Why did it hurt to think of them?
She knew there wouldn't be a good ending, a happy fairytale.
The core of the planet, being exposed to the hostile temperatures of space.
They couldn't have survived this, she knew that.
So why was she crying?
N is long gone.
Her dad is gone.
V is gone.
They're all gone.
...
It's because of her.
It was her fault.
That disfunctional piece of shit robot.
N wouldn't be sad if she never existed.
All would've been fine if she never existed.
No, her only purpose of existing was to be left in a dump, to never be seen again.
But..
She was saved.
...
It wasn't that thing's fault, it was that human.
She was the one who saved it.
Picked it up from the dump, as a brand new toy.
Tessa.
She wasn't real the moment she met her.
She was already dead.
A walking corpse on strings.
But she was the one who caused this to happen in the first place.
That punishment was too light for someone who started the end of the universe.
Too light.
...
She started the end, but who continued it ?
She didn't want to answer, because the answer was brighter than the fading star in this star system.
It was her.
Herself.
Uzi Doorman.
She knew the risks, right?
Right?
Right?