pc: firefly

[sacredpath]

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[fightolive]

Alright. I'm pretty sure the exit is this way.

[ It's not the first time she's had to leave, and it won't be the last. ]

[sacredpath]

[they can head towards the exit, but perhaps as they do, they instead wander into one of firefly's memories?]

[fightolive]

[ To 4:25.

The Firefly in reality frowns as it plays out, but she doesn't make any move to strike the mirrors. ]

[sacredpath]

[well, she doesn't really know what to make of this. this army of naked girls dying, the space battles - it's so different than anything she's ever seen. but she does understand, at least, the feeling behind trying to break away from a lie that keeps demanding everything of you.]

Were you able to get free?

[fightolive]

[She watches her mirror struggling to understand what their lives were for. Just to die? Just so somebody else could live?

Is that just or fair?

It can't be.]

I was. Glamoth... Fell a long time ago.

[sacredpath]

But you were still forced to fight for it?

[fightolive]

For a while.

[What's a few years to the people who made weapons en masse?]

Not anymore. I'm trying to have my own life. [ A life where she's not compelled to fight because somebody else made her. ]

[sacredpath]

What do you do with it, now?

[fightolive]

I travel and see more than just battlefields. I go outside and enjoy the feeling of being able to touch plants.

And I'm looking for a way to cure my sickness.

[sacredpath]

Don't you have one already? Your apple?

[fightolive]

That's what I was doing before I died and ended up here.

[sacredpath]

Right, but I mean... if you have that apple now, you don't have to worry about that anymore, do you?

[fightolive]

... That is true.