It was over. Or at least it should be. Outer heaven was a mess. Her soldiers lay dead, and sirens tell her that the base was due to self destruct. Ruby rose merely closed her eyes, her breathing ragged as her right eye remained shut, Soon, she'll die, but she was fine with that. She felt strangely comfortable. And in her last breaths comforted herself. "This is good, isn't it?

He was struggling, struggling to breath, struggling to even stand up in the morning. And he was fine with it. He was lonely, he was tired, and he was depressed, and he was fine with it. He was fine with dying alone, he was fine being remembered as the ignorant, prideful, haughty Prussia. What he was not fine with, was dying whilst in the company of others, especially in her company