"There are so many different worlds, so many different suns. And we have just one world, but we live in different ones."-Mark Knopfler
They might have met in a different world.
They might have been soldiers, fighting the machine lords, yet somehow finding love there.
They might have been happy, happy because they were alive, alive and fighting, alive and with hope, hope in this future that seemed deprived of it.
She might have died, died when that horrible machine came, came and ended it all.
He might have fallen in despair, he might have screamed just as he had when he was a child, when he realized that the faces of his parents were no more and now the woman he so dearly loved had come to the same fate.
It might have been like that, but it was not so.
Two hundred years, a man, a man changed the future with hope. That man did not accept his destiny and changed it so that suffering from the machines would end. His name … was Yusei Fudo, the man who changed the future.
Yet somehow, he, Aporia, had changed it too. He with all his hope, which he thought that he had lost once he had become one with a machine, had called out to that man, Yusei, and helped change the future.
And so, that other world faded. They never met, they never were soldiers, they never found love, they were never happy, and she never died…
…or have they?
Perhaps, just perhaps some remnant of that other world remains, something that exists that also existed in that other world too.
They are people now, not soldiers. They never fought and never witnessed so much tragedy. They have normal lives, normal companions, and normal jobs. No war, no machines, no death.
They walk now down the street. They pass each other. Two people who have never met in this world pass each other. They never knew each other. They are strangers, what love they had now exists as a ghost of another world, how things could have happened.
But, if just some remnant of that other world still exists…
It is small and brief. It could be counted as no more as a small bout of static coming from skin meeting cloth. Yet, it is enough to compel him to turn and meet her.
She does not turn and he is indifferent. She is a stranger, someone he does not know, someone he randomly happened to pass on the street. Why should he feel any different?
Yet a single feeling, perhaps carried from that other world, compels him, compels him to meet her, compels him to introduce himself, and compels him to be more than just another random person who she happened to pass on the street.
And so perhaps in this world, they might have also met.
For those that care about what junk comes out of my mind, enjoy! I personally thought Aporia as one of the more tragic characters in the franchise but maybe that's just me.