phantom operatives catchall

[rebelles]

Who • Phantom Operatives + Visitors
What • Guild mingling
When • Oct/Nov
Where • Guild Home

Comments

[regressive]

I won't be.

[ He will be. But it's not something he can admit easily. ]

I'm sorry we couldn't bring her back.

[ Since this hasn't happened before, there's no telling if they made a grave mistake somewhere or if that's how it was always supposed to be. ]

Cubia will pay for this.

[rebelles]

You helped her return to herself instead of living on as a vessel. I think a kind girl like Uta wouldn't have wanted to become a tool for people's suffering.

[ So in a sense, he did bring her back. Just more briefly than they had hoped for. ]

Thank you for fighting so hard, I know it must not have been easy.

[regressive]

I hope that's what really happened.

[ If there was a chance they could have brought her back and wasted it—Punisher takes a deep breath and shakes his head. ]

No need to thank me. We're all fighting here.

[rebelles]

You did the best you could.

[ They couldn't have known and may never know if there was some other way. Perhaps after Tarvos and Macha, they had grown too hopeful, but the outcome was no one's fault. ]

It's not just another fight. You and Noé were friends with her, weren't you?

[regressive]

[ He doesn't answer right away which might seem like he somehow still doesn't want to openly admit to being friends with someone. ]

... Oriade and Ganymede were her friends, too. Just like Noé and me.

[ There's no way that's everyone, but Punisher doesn't know the names. ]

We... we must believe what we did everything we could for her.

[ And yet he doesn't sound too convinced. ]

[rebelles]

You did. I'm glad she was with her friends in her final moments.

[ Nothing is as it should be, but Haru hopes their presence gave Uta peace. She hopes Punisher can eventually find peace as well. If there's anything they can do... ]

I heard there will be a memorial. Why don't we pick some flowers for her together?

[regressive]

[ His first impulse is to tell Noir that she's better off picking flowers on her own. After a slight delay, he finally musters up a few words: ]

Let's do that. I don't know much about flowers.

[ He's learned some stuff from Brambles but he doesn't feel confident picking the right flowers for Uta. ]