everything i wanted
Looking in from outside, one might have assumed that Mythra created Pyra specifically to be everything she wasn't, everything she wanted to be.
One might have. And one would most definitely have been wrong.
No one stopped her from going. No one could have. She was beyond all functioning, then. Pyra had been brewing long before, Mythra's only friend.
Only, they'd never met.
Pyra emerged, protector. And before Mythra could so much as ask, who are you, she'd vanished beneath the front herself.
It felt like death. It felt like suicide. But you don't wake up from a leap you didn't take and find a friend, a sister, there beside you.
In the capsule, the everlasting tomb, before goodbye, there is hello.
"Are you awake?" And Pyra doesn't exactly sound like the cheery little girl-next-door who's asking such a question because she wants the answer to be yes, necessarily. She's a little scared, but a little excited too.
"Maybe," Mythra says, willing the grogginess to remain. Thankfully, it works. "I'm still not...ready."
"We might never be," Pyra answers steadily. "But as long as I'm here, I'll try my best to make sure that we don't hurt anybody."
"Right," says Mythra. Right.
"And that nobody hurts us."
"That's not--" Maybe you, but not me.
"No. Us. Wherever we go, we go together."