She had been working at a feverish pace to finish since arriving at Merida Island from Yamsk-11 to complete the TARTAROS. It was her mission, and the only thing that made sense anymore. She had killed Sousuke and Tessa in cold blood and she was going to now rewrite history, how it should have been, before the appearance of the Whispered. Looking over the advanced logarithms and making minute calculations and changes to the software of the program that would ultimately change the course of human exsistance was exhausting. She hadn't slept or washed for 3 days now and it was showing. The enemy was on its way and she knew she had to finish before they arrived.

- Aah, what's wrong with me?

She felt her lids growing heavy and felt her energy dispensing very quickly and very suddenly. This feeling... it was as if someone, somewhere, was constantly yelling at her, and protesting against

everything she did. Like someone was struggling to be heard over a din of calculations, thoughts, and information, but how could that be? She was doing this knowing completely what the outcome would be. Someone had to put an end to all of this and she was the one who definitely could.

As she was musing all of this she glanced at one of the 3 screens she was using to find something very odd.

-/anta ha atasi jya nai;

Romanji? Who could have written such a thing? Surely it was just a mistake from overwork, exhaustion, and lack of nutrition? She shook her head again. She began to feel like she was forgetting something very very important, but what it was she just couldn't put her finger on. Why did she have that feeling? She couldn't be anyone but herself. She thought and acted by her own will. And she was doing the right thing. Even so, doubts constantly emerged out of nowhere, and stirred her heart. She felt the hot pricking of unshed tears just about then, when Leonard came striding into the Control Room.

-They will be here soon my love, will it be ready in time?

-Yes it will Leonard.

He took her and and placed a small kiss on her knuckles, she did not object. It was late (or early?) and she was tired. A thought crossed her mind when she felt the warmth of his lips on her cold hand.

-Maybe it's time to reward my subordinate.

Her former self would have never allowed such a thought to entertain her mind. She would obstinately rejected him and probably would have been reprimanded in some way, but today was different. She thought it would be truly pitiful, if he had to leave this world like that.

-Why not tonight then?

She looks deep into his eyes and he begins tracing small kisses down her arm to her neck and finally...

-STOP!

A voice? No it was herself.