[Nona takes the hug, wrapping her arms around Lacus and squeezing gently. She smiles against her shoulder. It's not her face, not her lips, not her muscles, but it is her smile.

Whoever the body belonged to, she intuitively understands that they never smiled all that much. It's a shame. They must have been so beautiful. They were, after all, her first and only kiss, at those rare moments in which she was overpowered by feeling and leaned in to her reflection to kiss it.]

...No. There's nothing. Definitely not from here.

But it's okay, really. I'm okay with dying. I've had six whole months of being me, with a wonderful life and wonderful friends who love me, and I got to love, and pet Noodle, and feel the ocean on me. And I got to be your friend too.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world. It would be greedy to ask for more.