The truth was he knew her time was running out—he'd always known. Because Rosette would never mention it, he would never bring it up—it was the one weakness she allowed herself. She let herself ignore the clock ticking away her time, even though she wore it as if it were the most treasured jewel. Tick. Tick. Tick. TICK. TICK. TICKTICKTICKTICKTICK TOO FAST! He can't stop it, he can't ignore it, he can't forgive himself to taking away her life like that! Looking at that wretched time piece was like being faced with Mary's death all over again!

So he ignored it to.

Ignored, but never forgot. The ticking was like it was part of him.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The time was always running out, and in the last week before everything ended—in the week before the silence—the ticking was nigh inescapable. He wanted so badly to stop things—to stop what he knew was happening—but he couldn't. His power was to slow time, and, Chrono thought, it was horribly ironic that he couldn't do so now. It was so frusturating! To see her time fly past him like some curse of Aion's—speeding up her time, making everyone he cares about die much, much too early. How he wishes he could slow time for her—give her back the time he's stolen. It's painful to feel her time becoming his. It's all his fault… all his…

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

And Rosette released the restraints. Her life force flowed through him like the crashing of a large wave against a rock. He felt his energy return. Felt his spine grow and his skin generating new cells to keep up with the growth. He could feel his braid turning into a whip. His arms creating new sinew and muscles over the growing bones. Full power again. His eyes burned with anger. How could she make him do this? How could she make him speed up her time once again like this? Why…why couldn't he just give her time back? Her precious… precious time that he'd stolen away. WHY?! He roared loudly in anguish and fear.

Aion. He had to kill Aion now before Rosette wasted any more time! Hurry! HURRY!

Tick.

Tick.

It was over. They'd found a home to stay in—an old abandoned farm house far out into the country side. There they spent their last hours—days… seconds… together. Happily. Or… as happily as they could be. Joshua was fine again. The noises had stopped for him. Chrono and Rosette released the orphanage and people from their stone time coffin. Asmaria—Asmaria would be safe now. It'd be hard for her to accept what they'd done, and hard to accept their deaths, but Sister Kate would watch over her. She'd be alright in the long run.

"Chrono…Thank you."

Tick…

~Fin