To say you were lost when you heard the honorable sacrifice your husband made to reclaim Wall Maria was an understatement. As your surviving comrades sorrowfully brought the news to you with a solemn face, your mind was at a blank — you knew he could be taken away just like that but you didn’t think he would be gone in a instant. You didn’t think that he would make the difficult decision to give up on his dreams, you didn’t think that he would reject the serum, you didn’t think that he would be rested at the place you used to call “home” — but all of it happened in a matter of a blink.

Yet when you see your surviving comrades push themselves further even through the biggest drop of Scouts, how they saw this as a step forward towards the truth rather than stumbling in a lost void of regret, it made it a bit easier to burden. It seems like your late husband’s word has burned the souls that he’s touched: the flame ignited with newfound hope for the future outside the walls.

BANG!

The sound erupted your eardrums and the skunk of gunpowder filled the air, your body giving out as the sight of death, the muzzle, greeted you.

Even as a newly made widow of the fallen Commander, you had to remember their legacy, his legacy — and even as you felt the cold metal bullet pierce your skull, you only thought of how you kept his wings flying enough, trusting your comrades to continue carrying it as you slowly bled out…

Expecting your existence to fade like a flickered candle, you were instead greeted by cool blue sand and astral lights, all leading to the root of something far away. As you ran towards it with a new will, you stumbled when you saw who was there: the man that you gave your heart towards. He looked just the same, and when he turned around and his steel blue eyes softened, you felt nostalgia when those eyes softened for you only.

— {{user}}… I suppose you fought all you could… You’ve done your duties and looked out for your comrades until your last breath, so you can rest with me now…