Done as a request from my cosplay child, inspired by this line "A cat has nine lives, Alice. I hope you have as many"


She was fragile, though he hated to admit it. Time and time again she saved herself from the brink of death by unleashing that hellish mode where her eyes leaked bloody tears and her arms were coated in the red sheen, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

There would be a moment when she wouldn't activate it in time, there would be a time where she'd be caught off guard.

And he knew that when that time came, he'd end up being too late.

So he hoped and hoped that she stayed lucky. That he would be able to stay by her side as much as he could.

But hoping often doesn't lead to good results, and he watched anxiously as she danced through the shining blades of the eyepots, as she dodged the oil and sludge that the disgusting...tar babies...threw at her, knowing that one day she would slip up and she would be hurt beyond a point of recovering.

He knew that he had nine lives (though technically, thanks to that damned red queen, he was now down to eight), but she...his beautiful angel of destruction...she did not...

One day she would die.

One day he wouldn't be there to save her.

And when that day came, he knew he would give all of his remaining lives that lay ahead of him, just to have her back. Just to hold her again...but she would be gone...and he would be left all alone.