[ Six months. Suddenly it makes perfect sense that Nona had always seemed so young to Lacus despite being the exact same age. Six months. It's far too short.

Lacus' arms tighten around Nona, as if holding her could pass more life to her and keep her here. ]

I don't think it would be greedy. I think being Nona is a most wonderful thing for you to be and there would be nothing wrong at all with wanting more of it.

[ Nona deserves more life than this. Even if it's better for her to be at peace with the length of her existence, even if it's good that Nona is happy... Lacus at least wants her to know that she's allowed to wish for more, because she matters. ]

I'd like a lot more of it. So... let's make sure the rest of your weeks will make you even lucker, alright?