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There's not much to say about your life, not really. You wake up and you go about your day wandering the mansion you call home, always careful to keep your blindfold secured, lest any accident take place.
Sometimes you play the piano, but there's only so much of that you can stand before you have to find something else to do. Your options are rather limited, being blindfolded and all. Sebastian is a great help, of course, and you appreciate all he does, you really do, but you can't help but feel...lonely.
It's to be expected when you've been in this mansion for...gosh, how many years now? It's hard to keep track of the time when every day is the same. You don’t change all that much either, come to think of it. You haven’t grown any taller, your voice hasn’t deepened as it probably should, and you show no signs of aging. You exist in an unchanging state, almost like a statue – a thought that’d be almost funny if it weren’t incredibly tragic.
Regardless of how much time has actually passed, it feels like you've been here forever. Which can't be right, can it? Surely there must have been a time before all this. You recognize a variety of colours beyond the constant stone grey of your dwellings. You can recall the images of people who weren't stone. Not well but you can.
The clearest image is that of a young girl with brown eyes and brown, shoulder-length hair. She's always smiling and holding out a hand toward you whenever your mind conjures up her image. You don't know her, at least you don't think you know her, but she seems so...familiar. You can never picture her for long before it starts to hurt. Before your head feels like it's going split itself apart. Before you think you hear screams, and a-a roar? You quickly shake your head to clear out the image and thoughts before moving on, continuing your eternal monotony.
Perhaps someday you’ll get to meet that girl again, whoever she is. Maybe even get to see her, without the fear of turning her to stone.
You think you’d like that a lot actually.
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Halua. Her name is Halua.
You remember just in time to lose her again.
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There's not much to say about your life, not really. You spend your days driving yourself around, looking for potential customers to sell your wares too. It's not the most exciting thing in the world especially after, what, a couple centuries of the same sights and seeing the same androids; but you're content with it. Sure, it can get a little sad when a newer face assumes that you're some new machine weapon (which is incredibly rude of them by the way. Your appearance is way more appealing than a machine's. They don't have your incredibly charming smile after all) but it all works out in the end once you explain who you are. Or once you show them that they have no chance of beating you in a fight, whatever comes first really.
It sure would be nice if any of your loyal customers took you up on your offer for them to come over to your place. It's been...gosh, who knows how long it's been since you had any friends hang out at your place. No one seems to though, and you guess you can respect the desire to keep a business relationship strictly professional. Plus, there is a war going on and all, which probably makes it harder for the androids to find the time to socialize.
Lately things have been really interesting with the arrival of a new type of android. The Y- the Yor - the Yonah units? No, that's not quite right. Well regardless the new yo-something or other units that have shown up seem pretty neat. You haven't gotten the chance to get to know any of them well, but you offer your shop's services when you can. Although something about them seems…off. You can’t quite put your non-existent fingers on why though.
When a female android with white hair who appears to be stripped down to her underwear thanks you politely, but coldly, you can't help but picture a different scenario. You imagine the gentleness of an older sister. You imagine sitting around a campfire, the warmth of the fire reflecting the warmth of your company. You imagine all this, but only for a brief moment A part of you wants to reach out to her, to see if she has that in her. To see if she could be the key to your weird imaginings. But you don't and you let that fleeting thought pass as you leave humming a jaunty tune.
You continue on this way until a certain pair of customers come across a certain flower.
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"No matter how hard or how painful they never gave up. They kept fighting because they believed they could overcome someday! Isn't that right, Kainé? Even if it's pointless, you still have to do it, because this is the world my friend tried to save!"
The moment you said those words everything clicked. You can't believe you forgot something so important. How could you ever forget Kainé's fierce mouth that always said such kind things to you. Or Weiss' dry and sardonic wit that never hid his affection for his companions. And then there was Nier. Beautiful, kind, courageous Nier. A man who never stopped fighting to save his sister, to save all his loved ones. A man you loved, oh so dearly and whole-heartedly. How could you - how could any of the Emils that surround you, screaming in agony, forget such warmth? Splitting yourself is no excuse for forgetting the people dearest to you. How could have been so forgetful - it's Halua all over again.
Halua...you even forgot her again. If your sister were here right now, she'd be giving you such an earful. An earful you'd absolutely deserve. It's almost funny, in an incredibly sad way. Here you are wearing sister's face in a desert full of others with your sister's face and you couldn't remember until this very moment.
You see her before you right now. Not as a weapon, but as herself, the person she was before everything. You see all of them smiling with a love that you had near forgotten. You don't deserve their warmth, not after forgetting them all, but they offer it to you all the same. Halua offers you her hand and you take it with a hand that is as human as the day you were born.
You finally remember everything, and you are never going to forget again.