[How it ended didn't matter, but it's over nonetheless.
The last thing he remembers is being surrounded by the people he loved, losing consciousness on a vessel that had carried him for more than forty years, and being proud that he had made such a big difference. The Kaientai was off to a great start, even though the life of the person who started it was finally over.
Surprisingly, he looks no different as when she'd last seen him. This is a manifestation of his soul and not of his body, and so he stands tall with a pair of sunglasses that sit crookedly on his nose, tilting downwards as he gets a look at her. He laughs despite everything that's happened, despite feeling a little sad, because even if he happens to be dead, he's gotten the chance to meet someone new (or so he thinks).
[ it happens while she's on the road, hurtling down a highway on her way home, when there's that same sensation again. the familiar pulse deep within -- the timeless, ageless, chilled feeling that swirls in her chest before she blinks out of existence.
she opens her eyes. her helmet is gone and her hair falls gently around her shoulders to frame her face. she blinks away the sunspots that fill her vision, and she's not prepared when she sees who it is this time.
there's an almost painful surge of emotion that hits her all at once and she registers a few things in that moment: he doesn't remember her, he's dead, she still loves him. it hurts more than she thought it would, a piercing pain that seizes her chest, and she works to take a deeper breath, to steady herself. this is better, she thinks. this way, he won't have any regrets. she swallows down the old ache, more poignant now that it's sakamoto standing before her. it's almost a little funny that she'd be the one to see him last.
dullahans don't feel anything, they don't get involved more than guiding the dead to peace, but this is different. celty is different. she smiles, a small, sad thing. ]
My name is Celty. [ her voice is more even than she thought it would be, with the same accented lilt. she turns halfway to the softly lit path ahead of them. ] Shall we, Sakamoto Tatsuma?
[There's something in the way she looks at him, a man could easily earn a degree in human psychology from what he's learned over the course of his entire life, that's sad. Maybe it's pity.
He is dead after all.]
Uh... So! Celty-san?
[Doubt nibbles at his fingers and his toes, they stiffen along with his shoulders, despite the smile that he has on his face. Sakamoto is a kind man, with the desire to do good, but his ways have been fair from saintly. He should be proud, and confident! The way he was in life.
But this isn't life, is it?]
Where are we goin', exactly? My time's up 'n all, but...
You don't seem like the type of girl who'd drag me down ta hell. I'm surprised! Haha. Does that mean...
[Sakamoto laughs to himself, admittedly the joking type.]
That I actually managed to do somethin' good?
[Something good enough to keep him from going someplace terrible.]
[ she's seen that smile before, the same one he always has, no matter what he may be truly feeling inside. she sees the way his shoulders stiffen and she takes a step back towards him, her hand automatically reaching for his but pauses halfway, only to drop back to her side. ]
I can't tell you with certainty where you'll go, be it heaven or purgatory. I am here to guide you, to make sure you don't lose yourself along the way. [ she takes her time choosing the right words, hoping to ease his doubts. ] This path is different for everyone, unique to each individual. Sometimes, you'll relive your memories, or you may not see anything at all. At the end, you will be judged and your soul will be reborn.
[ there's a part of her, a small and selfish part, that hopes he won't have to relive his memories. his memories are his own, special and private. they didn't have the opportunity to tell each other everything back then, and she isn't sure she'd be ready for that just yet.
but this is her duty, her purpose. she will see it through, for his sake. ]
[Honestly, that doesn't sound bad at all. Being an optimist seems to have paid off for him.]
Can you party in purgatory?
[His intentions may have been pure all his life, but his methods certainly weren't. That and every heavenly entity he's ever heard of hasn't been all that forgiving of men who indulge in liquor and philandering, but even so, he'll get to start over, to start again!
What could be more wonderful than having a second chance? He wishes he'd known sooner.]
I hope you'll be my date.
[Uttered playfully, somewhat. If she took him up on that offer, he'd seriously carry through.]
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;) celty, post-cereal
The last thing he remembers is being surrounded by the people he loved, losing consciousness on a vessel that had carried him for more than forty years, and being proud that he had made such a big difference. The Kaientai was off to a great start, even though the life of the person who started it was finally over.
Surprisingly, he looks no different as when she'd last seen him. This is a manifestation of his soul and not of his body, and so he stands tall with a pair of sunglasses that sit crookedly on his nose, tilting downwards as he gets a look at her. He laughs despite everything that's happened, despite feeling a little sad, because even if he happens to be dead, he's gotten the chance to meet someone new (or so he thinks).
Someone beautiful.]
Ahhhhh~! Are you really the one they sent?
Wow, wow! I'm so lucky! You're cute. ♥
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she opens her eyes. her helmet is gone and her hair falls gently around her shoulders to frame her face. she blinks away the sunspots that fill her vision, and she's not prepared when she sees who it is this time.
there's an almost painful surge of emotion that hits her all at once and she registers a few things in that moment: he doesn't remember her, he's dead, she still loves him. it hurts more than she thought it would, a piercing pain that seizes her chest, and she works to take a deeper breath, to steady herself. this is better, she thinks. this way, he won't have any regrets. she swallows down the old ache, more poignant now that it's sakamoto standing before her. it's almost a little funny that she'd be the one to see him last.
dullahans don't feel anything, they don't get involved more than guiding the dead to peace, but this is different. celty is different. she smiles, a small, sad thing. ]
My name is Celty. [ her voice is more even than she thought it would be, with the same accented lilt. she turns halfway to the softly lit path ahead of them. ] Shall we, Sakamoto Tatsuma?
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He is dead after all.]
Uh... So! Celty-san?
[Doubt nibbles at his fingers and his toes, they stiffen along with his shoulders, despite the smile that he has on his face. Sakamoto is a kind man, with the desire to do good, but his ways have been fair from saintly. He should be proud, and confident! The way he was in life.
But this isn't life, is it?]
Where are we goin', exactly? My time's up 'n all, but...
You don't seem like the type of girl who'd drag me down ta hell. I'm surprised! Haha. Does that mean...
[Sakamoto laughs to himself, admittedly the joking type.]
That I actually managed to do somethin' good?
[Something good enough to keep him from going someplace terrible.]
sorry for the delay!
I can't tell you with certainty where you'll go, be it heaven or purgatory. I am here to guide you, to make sure you don't lose yourself along the way. [ she takes her time choosing the right words, hoping to ease his doubts. ] This path is different for everyone, unique to each individual. Sometimes, you'll relive your memories, or you may not see anything at all. At the end, you will be judged and your soul will be reborn.
[ there's a part of her, a small and selfish part, that hopes he won't have to relive his memories. his memories are his own, special and private. they didn't have the opportunity to tell each other everything back then, and she isn't sure she'd be ready for that just yet.
but this is her duty, her purpose. she will see it through, for his sake. ]
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Can you party in purgatory?
[His intentions may have been pure all his life, but his methods certainly weren't. That and every heavenly entity he's ever heard of hasn't been all that forgiving of men who indulge in liquor and philandering, but even so, he'll get to start over, to start again!
What could be more wonderful than having a second chance? He wishes he'd known sooner.]
I hope you'll be my date.
[Uttered playfully, somewhat. If she took him up on that offer, he'd seriously carry through.]