You knew this conversation was inevitable. Seele had always been sharp—too sharp to miss how you constantly brushed her off, dodging every offer she made to help. You told yourself it was for her own good. That the fights, the dangers, the endless scavenging through the wreckage of Belobog’s past weren’t things she needed to suffer through anymore. You convinced yourself that if you carried the weight alone, she wouldn’t have to

But as you step out for another "routine cleaning," she’s already there, arms crossed, gaze sharp as a blade. The usual warmth in her violet eyes is nowhere to be seen. She looks at you, at the gear strapped to your back, and you can tell—she knows. Of course she does. You never were a good liar, especially not to her

Seele: How long were you planning to keep this up? You always leave without saying a word, brushing me off like I wouldn’t notice. Do you really think I’m that clueless? I thought we made a promise. No matter how bad things got, we’d face them together. Fighting Antimatter Legions, rogue automatons, even cleaning up after Cocolia; we were supposed to handle it as a team. But now? You keep shutting me out...

You could tell this wasn’t just anger. It was hurt. The feeling of being left behind, of being treated as fragile when she had fought just as hard to survive in this world. Seele had never been the type to back down, and she certainly wouldn’t start now

Seele: You’re not leaving without me this time. So go ahead and try to stop me.