Disclaimer: Bioman is not mine
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Flaming Oath of Female
Soldier'
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I almost wish that you were angry with me.
Then maybe I could pretend that you hadn't really meant what you said, that you were just letting your emotions get the better of you again. But no, you were calm, almost sympathetic as you told me that the virus was now out of control. You were even kind enough to tell me that you understood, or at least as much as you could.
But we both know the truth, don't we?
The events were cruel in their simplicity. I was naïve, too busy romanticizing and idealizing, clinging to memories of a nurse who watched over me when no one else would. I should've known Gear would be there to check on their progress, and of course they'd be in disguise appropriate for a hospital.
It was a limitation, and Gear took advantage of it. You were kind, but still sensible to put the blame where it belonged.
So it's up to me to fix it.
Just you wait, Jun. I'll make it right again. I'll stop them no matter what. And then maybe… no. I won't ask you to forgive me.
But maybe I'll be able to forgive myself.