Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.
Number 2 found herself being dragged away from the group by the hand from Number 4, seemingly in a hurry.
Well, the mission was about to start, they were all in the hangar of the flight suits.
If Captain Number 1 was going to find out they were late because they sneaked away, they were going to be in trouble with the Commander.
She didn't feel like being scolded, she had enough of them during training.
"Number 4, the mission will start soon if…" she was abruptly cut off from Number 4's lips on her own.
The kiss was brief, but it was enough.
The other attacker knew they were in a hurry too.
"I'll just tell you quickly then…"
"Don't die, Number 2." these words surged often in the front of A2's memory, no matter how hard she tried to push them away.
She held her hands on her face, though no tears came.
She had none left to cry.
But…
How she had wished that instead of staring at Number 4 like an idiot she found the voice to tell her the same thing…
How pointless it would have been…
And how cruel was the thought…
She had done what Number 4 had wanted, but was it worth the cost?