[She smiles, nuzzling her face into Lacus' shoulder. She can hear, from the beating of her heart, from the intensity of her breath, that she means it. And she can feel the grief. Hear it.

Nona's had a while to process death. She's been dying for half her life, after-all. But she thinks she can remember what it felt like when she realized she was living on borrowed time.]

...My friends love the person who this body belongs to. They love the person who my eyes belong to.

It's not fair for me to take them away.

But I do wish I could spend more time with you. And Crea, and The Lord of The Flies, and Xiao. And everyone else. And I wish I could see my... family... again.