Yumi has a premonition.

She's pretty sure those were supposed to be Odd's thing, but maybe there's been a mix-up in the codes for their powers, or maybe this is just the sort of thing that happens before you're faced with your own death. Because that's what it is, isn't it? Torn into a thousand pieces, scattered across the network, she'd be dead in all the ways that matter, never to return home again.

She's in the middle of fighting a Krab and she just knows, suddenly. She knows, and she's not even scared in that moment, just resigned, because hasn't everything been leading up to this? Hasn't she cheated this fate one too many times? She always knew the fight against XANA wasn't without sacrifice, and she always knew none of them were immortal, and she always knew she had a target on her back that grew by the day.

Her seventeenth birthday is in two weeks. Hiroki teased her yesterday about it, saying she already acts like an old lady, and her parents had laughed along fondly, but she had felt it in her bones. She feels like she's stretched too thin, too old in a body far too young for the weight of the world on her shoulders, and the thought hits her hard: she's only sixteen. she's only—

And then Jeremie's calling for her to focus, and Odd's just been devirtualized, and her fans are slicing through the air, and the digital sea is just a cliff away. Get the job done, she tells herself, teeth clenched. Just get the job done, and the force of the blow to her side doesn't even make her flinch.