Chapter 15
Cagalli's spirit floated in the abyss. An aura of colors—a spectrum—-surrounded her. The voices echoed all around; vibrating through her.
"He is getting close?" "He must know." "We believe in you." "He will succeed." "Push him."
They all spoke at once. Many voices, some speaking the exact same words in unison. It used to be difficult for Cagalli to keep up.
"What a cheesy way of bringing someone back," she said. "It's hard to believe. I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't experiencing this change. But why me? If this is the way then…"
"You were not meant to die!" the voices boomed, and with their vibrato, the colors around her began changing. "There are things that are written...your death was not one of them. You were supposed to live. You both were supposed to live. Time has been rippled. But the stream must go on...you must go back."
Cagalli was silent. The voices were always cryptic, always giving her something, but it never felt like enough.
"I know he cares," she felt as though she would cry, if she could.
"Care is not enough."
"We're asking too much of him," she paused. "It's just like in the fairytales."
The voices were silent.
"Could he really love me?"
