Mythra says goodbye to Addam.

Aka: I wanted a scene with emotion but we got neither a scene or emotion so here you go

"I'm sorry."

It's the first word spoken into a uncomfortable silence. Mythra finds herself grateful for it.

"I'm the one that messed everything up." She replies, still not taking her eyes off the the capsule. It had been her idea in the first place, to be sealed away. Now, she finds herself delaying the inevitable.

Addam turns to her, frowning. "Mythra..." he looks pained. Mythra turns, hiding the tears brimming in her eyes. They had defeated Malos, but at what cost? The people of Torna had cried for a savior, but she had been their destruction. She had lost control, and they had payed for it.

Monster, her mind echoes, and the urge to let Pyra take over becomes stronger. No, she thinks, not yet.

She doesn't know what to say. But the question is still there, burning bright in her mind. So she asks.

Addam raises an eyebrow "Do I regret what?" But she has the feeling he already knows.

"Becoming my driver. Do you regret it?" This isn't the time to ask these kind of questions, she knows. It will only leave more of a hole in her heart when she finally steps into that capsule. And still, she longs to know the answer.

Addam is silent for a long time, long enough that she considers retracting the question altogether. But finally, he answers, with a surprising amount of resolve.

"I don't."

"But-"

"You aren't the only one at fault, Mythra." He says, and he sounds far too tired. "I should have been better." She wants to protest, but he is already continuing "A better leader..." he turns to look at her once again "and a better driver." The room falls into that uncomfortable silence again, bringing with it a tightness in her heart that she can't seem to shake.

"I wish..." she starts, then cuts herself off. There is no use wishing for things she can't have, now that she's ruined everything. I wish things had been different. I wish I could have saved them. I wish I hadn't made that mistake. I wish I hadn't taken everything for granted.

She wished for a lot of things.

"I'm sorry, Addam." She says, not bothering to hide her tears. She doesn't know what else to say, other than those words. They don't begin to explain how she really feels, don't begin to capture the guilt slowly suffocating her. They will never be enough, but they are all she can give.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry...

Addam sighs again, and she notices the bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever. The only thing she wishes for in the moment is to see him smile again. "I am too, Mythra."

The capsule opens, and Mythra shivers. She has to get into the capsule soon, and she knows it. She's being selfish, delaying when Addam has already prepared all this for her. At least she will have Pyra, so that she won't be alone.

And still...

She can't bring herself to take another step forward. There is so much she wants to say, so much she needs to say to her driver. Her driver, who she will never see again. The words slip off of her tongue before she can stop them, echoing throughout the room.

Addam smiles softly, a shell of his once brilliant light "I'll miss you too, Mythra."

Mythra smiles too, then, as much as it pains her. "It's... time for me to go, I guess..." the words sound shaky, and she hates herself for it.

"Mythra..." Addam places a hand on her shoulder, a gesture that's so familiar that it nearly triggers another wave of tears. She hesitates, than wraps her arms around him, squeezing her eyes shut. Addam returns the gesture.

Stop it, Mythra. You're being selfish.

She pulls back against her will, scrubbing at her cheeks.

Pyra enters the capsule, smiling softly at Addam as the door closes. Her eyes close.

500 years pass before they open again.