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“Reze” was the name of the girl who went to school, enjoyed summer festivals, worked in a cafe, and fell in love.
It wasn’t the bomb hybrid’s name.
To begin with, it may not have a name. Regardless of if there ever was one or not it would never be used for the bomb hybrid.
It was simply a tool, underserving of a name. After all, that couldn’t be considered a person, could it?
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When it was assigned stealing the chainsaw heart it first had to create a fake identity.
“Reze” was a lively girl. Nothing like the bomb hybrid, but at some point the lines between them began to blur.
Denji, the chainsaw hybrid, was more of a person than expected.
He was oddly similar.
She was unable to seize his heart because hers was taken first.
If he was a person, could she be one as well? She could only wonder.
Wondering was one of the few things she had the choice of doing.
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She wasn’t planning on running back. It was a spur of the moment, but she couldn’t help but dream.
Dream of the day where she could be “Reze” and no longer the bomb hybrid.
It’s not like she chose that name for a particular reason. She shouldn’t have had any attachments to it.
But it’s what Denji knew her as.
Her consciousness quickly dimmed as she watched him through the window.
It was their end, wasn’t it?
At the very least, she hoped he wouldn’t remember her as the bomb hybrid, but rather “Reze.”
The girl who played in the pool with him, not the tool.
Not the one who had hurt him.
If nobody else, she at least wanted him to remember her as a person.