This is a sad poem about this question: What if Delphine lived, and Cicada didn't? I'm a tragic person with this pairing lately. I still don't own Last Exile.

If I could turn back time.

What the hell kind of question is that?

Don't you agree, Cicada?

I know you can hear me.

I know you're up there with your halo.

No, wait; knowing you, you're down there with your pitchfork laughing.

Yes, I'm kidding.

Well. If I could turn back time, you know what I'd do, my dear.

My dear Cicada, don't you remember?

My love, your selfless sacrifice.

I know you remember.

Exile, Lucciola, and you.

I know you remember that day.

I know I do.

I won't forget that day, Cicada.

Miss Maestro Delphine didn't do so well that night.

I cried for you.

I want you to know I was there.

If I could turn back time,

I would bring you back to me.

You would hold me like you once did.

You would kiss me like you once did.

Do you remember?

I do.

I love you.

I have to go.

Delphine took the knife she was holding had plunged it into her back from behind her, the same way Cicada died. It's what she wanted. She smiled. "Cicada." She closed her eyes to be with her beloved.

Fin. R&R.