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She hasn't left her room in days.
Not that there's any reason to: the agonizing despair of knowing who won't be waiting for her outside of its confines is enough to keep Aigis chained to her chair. Their path forward was broken, scattered on the wind like cherry blossom petals, and the one thing she'd struggled so valiantly to prevent happened anyway.
The dread that followed her back to the dorm that day should've been a sign. Aigis felt so relieved, so alive when they all came down from the rooftop, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that Makoto looked too pale in the afternoon sun and felt too cold to her touch. In spite of her concerns, she didn't dare try to rouse Makoto, though. He'd earned a chance to rest, and his content smile held firm as she carried him home. Her arms were the safest place he could possibly be; all he needed was some sleep.
Aigis can only cry bitterly over how wrong she was on both accounts. Her attempt at embracing humanity overwrote her mechanical abilities, and without a way to check his vitals, she had no idea Makoto was fading away until she tried to wake his lifeless body the next morning.
It was all her fault. Aigis could've saved him if she'd known, would've found a way to cure whatever ailed him. But she didn't, and she can't now. Everything's fallen apart, her purpose, her very reason for existing, having died in her care. The pain of carrying on with that knowledge is too great for Aigis to bear. What point is there in living now? Pretending to be anything more than a machine lead to nothing but heartbreak, and she's utterly failed in her role as a guardian.
Her friends are suffering, too, and Aigis can't do anything to help them either. She's too emotionally destroyed to even think about talking with them, and it can only be described as both fortunate and soul-crushing that they haven't reached out or questioned her absence.
Why am I so powerless?
Why am I so alone?
Why did he have to leave me behind?
"Makoto..." Aigis sobs, the invocation of his name tearing yet another hole in her Papillon Heart.