014: Judgment
He didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve her love. Sure, he saved her, but he knew that was only temporary. While he didn't want to admit it, he knew on some level that there would be nothing left for her once Royce was taken care of. Of course, she could "repaint" Cloudbank with him by her side (in sword-form for all eternity), but how could she ever want that? No, he didn't deserve having her stay with him.
He deserved to remain in his prison, forever. This was his punishment, his judgment. Someone as perfect and pure didn't belong with a guy like him. She deserved better, which is why he was taken away from her—before he could cause her any more harm than he already has. It was hard to accept it, but he had to face the truth.
He would have to man up and simply cherish his last hours with her, then let her be with the most perfect person in the world—because she deserved nothing less than absolute perfection. It was increasingly painful to think about. The visions of Red in the arms of another man were practically tearing him apart at the circuits.
And he hated that he wouldn't be able to tell that perfect guy to treat her right, or there would be hell to pay. Or that Red always has to have the left side of the bed, or she gets uncomfortable. Or that he should always remind her to get some sleep if she's been writing too long. Or that her favorite place to be kissed is the nape of her neck, and she always—
This was going to be hard. Extremely hard.
She won't save him. He has to let her go.
A/N: More depressing sad stuff! Good thing all that stuff is just between Boxer's ears and that she chooses to be with him. Otherwise we wouldn't have much of a fic here.