[ she's taking the poison, smiling. there's no point to relaxing now. it'll be all over soon, so she balls her fist up. wiping away her tears, she looks at him over the rim of the glass. ]
I'm G-101. [ let that sink in for a moment.
101.
there's a hundred proceeding her. ]
My robot suit comes with bombs and giant sword-y scissors! If I can help it... There's an army of heroes who never rest. As long as people need us, Gatchaman is here.
[ down the hatch it goes. ]
Why do you think they put us on TV all the time?
[ if he wants a show, she'll give it to him. whatever she has to do to bring him back, she's sure it'll be a doozy. she's sure there'll be so many explosions -- fireworks of all colors, really -- that he won't be able to say he was bored. it'll be worth it. they've only known each other for a few weeks, but she's trusted him as a partner and confidant more and more every day. this is it, the final act she can give him. an incentive, a reward, something to cinch his victory, whatever it may be.
heroes go where they're needed, even if it's by someone's side.
it does't go slow, really, and the first thing that happens is her throat becomes parched. another drink sounds great and the memory of the poison sliding down her throat seems like a tease. her heart thunders, beating faster as seconds feel like hours and andersen starts to blur. to compensate, hajime opens her eyes wide, as if trying to see in the darkness. it doesn't work.
she relies on memories, then. it's weeks flashing before her eyes and her skin is growing paler, sicker looking. she remembers arguing in a trial and laughing about it by the pool. she remembers his words, that he bargained for her. she didn't walk in here expecting to live. her role made her too valuable, but that wasn't what made him want to save her, hajime thinks. no, no. he saved her because if there's anyone she's unleashing the valkyries of valhalla for -- it's hans christian andersen, the heroic spirit and pintsized summon.
she remembers the garden.
she remembers the flowers tucked into his shirt pocket.
the splash of color, blurring, going so smoothly... the world is spinning.
she chokes out a laugh, ] I forgot to make you another boutonniere...
[ the world goes dark. her body tremors, her knees quake, and she falls--
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[ she's taking the poison, smiling. there's no point to relaxing now. it'll be all over soon, so she balls her fist up. wiping away her tears, she looks at him over the rim of the glass. ]
I'm G-101. [ let that sink in for a moment.
101.
there's a hundred proceeding her. ]
My robot suit comes with bombs and giant sword-y scissors! If I can help it... There's an army of heroes who never rest. As long as people need us, Gatchaman is here.
[ down the hatch it goes. ]
Why do you think they put us on TV all the time?
[ if he wants a show, she'll give it to him. whatever she has to do to bring him back, she's sure it'll be a doozy. she's sure there'll be so many explosions -- fireworks of all colors, really -- that he won't be able to say he was bored. it'll be worth it. they've only known each other for a few weeks, but she's trusted him as a partner and confidant more and more every day. this is it, the final act she can give him. an incentive, a reward, something to cinch his victory, whatever it may be.
heroes go where they're needed, even if it's by someone's side.
it does't go slow, really, and the first thing that happens is her throat becomes parched. another drink sounds great and the memory of the poison sliding down her throat seems like a tease. her heart thunders, beating faster as seconds feel like hours and andersen starts to blur. to compensate, hajime opens her eyes wide, as if trying to see in the darkness. it doesn't work.
she relies on memories, then. it's weeks flashing before her eyes and her skin is growing paler, sicker looking. she remembers arguing in a trial and laughing about it by the pool. she remembers his words, that he bargained for her. she didn't walk in here expecting to live. her role made her too valuable, but that wasn't what made him want to save her, hajime thinks. no, no. he saved her because if there's anyone she's unleashing the valkyries of valhalla for -- it's hans christian andersen, the heroic spirit and pintsized summon.
she remembers the garden.
she remembers the flowers tucked into his shirt pocket.
the splash of color, blurring, going so smoothly... the world is spinning.
she chokes out a laugh, ] I forgot to make you another boutonniere...
[ the world goes dark. her body tremors, her knees quake, and she falls--
hajime ichinose is dead. ]