'Sorry Dad. I've got to go. The war is going to start again soon, and I've got to get out there. I know that you had plans, plans that stretched into eternity, but you were never able to finish the majority of them. I'm thankful that you finished your plans for me though, even if you aren't around to see me now.'
The picture showed a hopeful old man standing with two children, one in blue armor, surrounded by several robots.
'You didn't want me to fight. You told me that you wanted a place for me where I could choose my own path. But the world doesn't always let you choose, does it Dad? Sometimes it's either stand around and watch time go by or get your hands dirty and stop the horror for a short time. You knew that all too well, didn't you Dad? I guess you went through some hardships too with my little brother and sister. Still, you hoped for a better future for me.'
The dust on the picture is whipped away by an armored blue hand. My armored hand that has slain so many in the past few weeks.
'You knew I would eventually have to fight, so you gave me the means to do so. The armor works fine, just so you know. They say that I'm going to be a hero Dad, but do I really want that? Hero's a title that means next to nothing. It just means you saved lots of people while stopping or slaying a heck of a lot of others. My best friend and teammate says that he's not a hero, yet that's what everyone calls him. I don't want to be a murderer who hides behind the title of a hero.'
My hand balls into a fist. The pain of so many deaths weighs heavily on my Reploid soul. All those imperfect copies of myself, destroyed without a second thought...
'Maybe it was destiny for this to happen. Maybe that's what God had planned for us. Maybe I just have to go with the flow and fight for what I believe is right. Maybe one day I'll come see you again Dad, but I'm not even sure where I'm going anymore. That's okay though.'
Alia flashes through my mind. Douglas, Signas, and Lifesaver too, but Alia is first and foremost. She's always so kind...
'I've got everyone back home to support me. There's even a girl I like waiting for me. I haven't lost hope yet because of them Dad. I'll never lose hope as long as they're all around. My methods may change, but the hope that you instilled in me will never die.'
"Its time to go."
The blond haired and red armored warrior plants a firm hand on the blue, white and grey of my own armor.
"We were short on time as it was, so let's not use what little we have left reflecting on the past and put an end to this conflict."
I nod in response. He murmurs something that I can barely hear over the rain outside. It's a name. Iris. He's been depressed ever since that incident. I hope he doesn't let it get to him... Sadly, I put the picture back on the lab's dust covered desk. We walk out, side by side. Just as we reach the threshold, I turn back one last time.
"Goodbye Dad..."
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Yeah. It's really just X being sentimental about never knowing Dr. Light before going off to fight Sigma AGAIN. So... what do you think? Please review, and remember this is only a one-shot fiction!
