All Out of Gum

[an_emulated_mind]

Gwen's arranged an announcement or sort of party in the Sakihama hangar, advertised on bulletin boards around the bases. She's even gone so far as to set out a small tray of sweets in front of the object of the celebration: a brand-new, upscaled version of Nemain. Though this one isn't exploded, or on the bottom of the pacific ocean.

"Good news everyone! Thanks to Doomstar's cooperation, many embarrassing apologies and more than a little bribery, I'm proud to present to you...Medb!"

Gwen gestures to the 15 meter mecha behind her, in all its edgy black glory.

"It's made from Doomstar's mecha, so that won't be gathering dust anymore. With it, I'll be able to take part in the battles from here on and kick some ass!"

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[an_emulated_mind]

So why do you bother, then?

Personally, I think it'll be fun.

[actuallyselfish]

"Why do I bother?" Dido hums to herself, pondering an issue she hasn't pondered for a while.

"Well, I first climbed into the pilot seat to keep my friends alive." Dido says thoughtfully. "But later...I'm actually selfish, you know? There's too many rat bastards in this universe I refuse to coexist with."

She glances at Gwen. "Is it like that with you?"

[an_emulated_mind]

I guess so. But really, I do think it'll be fun, going through life or death battles, narrowly dodging bullets and swords.

[actuallyselfish]

"You can back up your mind-state in case of destruction or heavy damage," Dido allows, "but a battle's not a game you can retry if it goes bad."

Dido holds up her hands. " I'm trying to be a prude. I'm just asking...can you still enjoy the fight, even knowing that your friends could die out there? That Sieljie could die?"

[an_emulated_mind]

She doesn't have to come along.

And... [Gwen pauses, unsure of how to phrase the next point.]

...It's not that she could die. She will die, someday, well before me. And so will you, and so will just about everyone else I know.

I'd like it to be later rather than sooner...but I don't see much use in worrying about the day or the hour. If my friends want to risk their lives, that's their choice.