SPOILER WARNING – please do not read unless you have seen the end of the anime series. This has potential spoilers. I cannot speak for the manga as I haven't read it; I only know the anime ends differently than the manga. Don't say I didn't warn you.


Her name is etched onto a smooth slab of stone, along with the years.

I approach it, the wind ruffling through my hair. I supposed I should be happy that I'm alive. We became friends, set out to achieve a goal… and now that goal has been achieved. She was happy before she died; she knew her brother was safe and in good hands. Things would be okay.

Only they're not.

I don't want to be alone.

I know Azmaria remains with me, and the rest of the Order is still around, but it's just not the same. Rosette and I had a special friendship. At times, yes she could be a handful, but I know her heart was always in the right place. She never gave up.

Even her death was not in vain, as it gave me the power to finally defeat Aion and restore peace, something she had wanted so much to do.

Even now, I can picture her with ease, laughing and telling me not to worry. Don't waste time, she always said. Use whatever you can. Use the time you have now to improve your chances in the future. That was our Rosette. Always a positive spirit.

Her death left a tremendous impact on all our lives. Even when we try go about our missions, acting like everything is alright, it always feels like something is missing. Like something just isn't right. I try not to think about it, but on occasion when I leave for a mission, I'll turn to ask her something, only to realize she's no longer there. Sometimes I still pretend that one day she will appear, causing mayhem within the Monastery, smiling and thinking up excuses for whatever mission she has screwed up.

Not this time.

Not ever again.


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