She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Even to someone like Kai who saw beauty in the perfection of mathematics. He'd help create her and the burden of his secret mission weighed heavily on him. No one else knew. No one else could know. Except him him and Hiyama, no one could even guess the magnitude of what they had built. "When I see that ship. I see Japan." He rasped. He could hear the others speaking amongst themselves, praising what he had built. They called her unsinkable but Kai knew better. She would sink one day. She would die a bloody and violent death. An act of sacrifice she and she alone could perform in place of her nation. If Kai was to save his home from certain destruction this was the mission he had placed upon her. His greatest creation. And, his greatest curse. Like so many of his people, he loved her more than life itself. But she was doomed. Like the rest of them.