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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
"Just think about it," Jace said quietly, "propose a reassignment." The combat unit took her leave, returning to Callisto's side. The two of them ate pudding quietly, sitting on a bench outside in the snow. "I want to see it," Callisto said suddenly, barely having touched her pudding. Jace took the cup from her, digging her spoon in happily. "See what?" She asked, finishing the pudding before it froze. "My body," Jace stiffened, then slowly, rose to her feet. "Alright, I'll take you to it." She held out a hand in offering and Callisto took it, grateful as Jace led her. Would Callisto recognize herself? Could she recall what her own features looked like? Jace held her hand, leading her back inside, safe from the cold and snow. It melted on her skin, but Callisto hardly felt the cold.
Black Jack tailed them, their shadow, trailing behind the two as Jace pushed her palm onto a reader and scanned her retina, "it's a sterile room." They stood within a second chamber, a sanitizing mist spraying them down, the door wouldn't budge until the process had ended. Callisto stepped within the threshold, it was empty now, but earlier it had been buzzing with doctors. There were machines surrounding what almost looked like a large glass cylinder. The familiar hum of IV's and drip of saline was almost comforting. Callisto walked up to the glass, pressing a hand against it. Within was a girl dusted with ice crystals, the rise and fall of her chest forced by the humming devices.
Callisto did not recognize herself. Her blonde hair was gone, her lips were pale blue, a tube snaking out of it. She was thin and fragile, as though a gust of wind that was a bit too strong could break her in two. There were no clothes, only bandages, wrapped around her bald head, decorating her abdomen almost as though it were a costume for Halloween. Someone cried out, Callisto's knees buckled, the sound had come from her. Jace stood by the door, watching the pulse of the machines that pumped life into her, circulating blood, breath, removing impurities, pushing toxic medicine to kill the cancer for good. If this fragile being died, this vessel would. Callisto would be truly and utterly dead.
Artificial tears flowed from the ducts in her eyes, dancing down her cheeks. She looked back up at her body, an odd sense of peace overcoming her. Callisto rose and wiped her cheeks with the heels of her hand. "Okay," she whispered, a shaky smile coming onto her lips. "I'm ready," Jace nodded, taking Callisto's hand once more. "Are you sure?" She asked, tucking a strand of blue hair behind Callisto's ear. Cali nodded, it would do them no good to stand here and cry. "Yes, I'm certain."