A/N: I obviously wrote this from the picture from the bottom of page 15 (not including cover pages) of Chapter 60. Jun Mochizuki is an amazing artirst. I can't describe how much emotion is in every single one of her panels. It's beautiful.. Anyway.. Check out my new (third ever) AMV on youtube if you want. :) /watch?v=so637wE0YMA
Disclaimer: I don't own the quote in the quote at the beginning or the characters, or anything. Enjoy. :)
"In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi.
'Cause I've drawn regret from a thousand lies."
In a single gaze, she hoped to convey her apology.
She was sorry.
Sorry that things had turned out this way, sorry that she hadn't had any power to stop them. Sorry to hear the uninterrupted screaming of a fellow servant, sorry to see the bloodied corpse of a former master she respected. Sorry that even if she'd had the ability to help, she wouldn't have done so in fear of punishment.
She was sorry to see that look on Oz-sama's face, that horribly blank gaze she had seen in the mirror far too many times. Sorry to see his female companion's frustration and her trembling aura, an expression of emotion she possibly admired for being so sincere.
She was sorry to hear the racing footsteps down the hall of two people whom she had injured in the past, two people whom her master hated, two people whom she doubted would hesitate to kill her now. Sorry that their footsteps signalled her farewell.
She was especially sorry to see the sudden dead look in Gilbert-sama's eyes. A dead look as he recovered from seeing the maimed, bloodied corpse of his step-brother. A dead look as he watched his younger brother leave with an unseen smirk across his face. His unshed tears at a brother, a man that she followed, abandoning him in such a way he would never have considered.
Sorry that she had a hand in all the things that hurt them, and sorry that the future would only hold more as she left the waking chaos. Sorry that she willingly obeyed her master without a second thought, and sorry that she didn't even want to change. Sorry that she couldn't bring herself to act, even in a rare moment where it counted.
As she took mindless, loyal steps forward towards a man who didn't even spare a glance at the scene behind him, didn't even waste his energy to see if she would follow, she felt the guilt of so many years build up in her reluctant gaze because she realized so many more years would follow. Her gaze of an apology lingered as the the arrival of Break and Sharon spurred the taming of the situation, and . . .
. . . Most of all, out of everything, she was sorry she had gone so far that it became a habit. Sorry that they didn't even care. Sorry that no one would step forward. Sorry that her feelings were pointless.
Sorry that absolutely none of them had looked to see the apology in her eyes.
A/N: I know I said I wouldn't be posting Echo oneshots for a while... but... if you WANT to see the other stuff I've written... no, never mind. NO ONE will see the other stuff I've written. God help me. I'm writing about Ada next probably. :)