dawn
#84


Time Compression is night.

Kira loves the night, for its quiet and peace and serenity, but somehow she cannot bring herself to look up into the night sky here and lose herself amidst the stars. The night here is artificial and false and pretend and she feels as if the world is playing dress-up, twirling and spinning in laughter and calling for her to look at it, look at it as it bends to her every whim and lets her play God, if only for a little while.

Kira can see why Ultimecia and Eriol enjoy it, because the power is intoxicating.

The earth shifts under feet for a moment and she knows that she should get going to the Orphanage – no don't think about it – but it's okay if she wait for a little while longer, right? Her flowerfield is in place now under her sky but something is off and she thinks, Anna is not here. Anna is missing.

Kira feels sick when she realizes that the sanctuary is hers alone to control. Where's anna she should be here it's not right where are you anna?—

All of a sudden she wants the dawn to come.

Her dawn isn't Dawn but Selphie's steadying hand on her should as she topples over to her knees and gasps into the dead soil and the dead bodies and it's all deaddeaddead—

(Ultimecia is gone and when Time Compression fades away with her, all Kira can think as she collapses against the window panels of the Ragnarok is that the dawn rising up outside is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

The faint hum inside her body that's Not-Anna agrees.)

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