She's dead. I killed her. It was all my fault.
ohgodohgodohgodohgod!
I can still see it. I remember every single detail in high definition, it's still replaying over and over in my head like a broken record. I can't forget it, and the harder I try the worse it gets and I can't- I don't want to remember.
And the rest of them. They just stood there in shock while she lay there on the ground, still and unmoving, open mouthed and looking almost as terrified as I felt.
Her skull had split open. There was blood leaking all over the ground and her eyes were wide open and- ogodohgodohgod- it was my fault!
Ping Pong- the poor little kid- he was the first to react. He grabbed onto the nearest person- Omi- and sobbed his broken little heart out.
I wonder if they're still standing there, watching over a corpse.
I don't know what they did after that. I left then. Flew away like the stupid coward everyone knows I am. I think I was in shock. I think I'm still in shock. That would explain the shaking, I guess.
It didn't even rain. A perfect, sunny day that just happened to be punctuated by death and misery.
There was no showdown, nothing at stake when I was fighting her. I just- I just tripped her. I didn't want her to- to-
I didn't want Kimiko to die.
Sure, she was just as much of a jerk to me as the other Dragons, but I didn't want her to die, dammit!
My robots are completing whatever tasks they've been assigned, and sometimes one of them will look at me and I imagine there's pity somewhere in that metal shell, but mostly I ignore them, and they ignore me just like everyone else in my life does.
I'm left here alone with all of these thoughts and memories running through my head. I don't think that I can stand it for much longer.
Do you think, maybe, if I killed myself... it would bring her back?
END.