They said I was nothing but a defective weapon, codename 8971, with my self-destruct date engraved at the factory.
Dragging my damaged mech behind me, I wandered through the cracks in time and space, watching everything like a silent film played in slow motion. Until I met him, and the girl in his memories called Firefly.
How ridiculous. A killing machine, “infected” by a warm memory that didn't even belong to me.
I stole her name and clumsily played the light in his memories. The hope in his eyes burned so hot that even this heap of scrap wanted to burn, just once.
Aha laughed wildly, while Fuli whispered. It turned out even this “love” of mine was a script laid out by the gods.
But when the beautiful home in his memories became a place of despair, when the lights in his eyes were about to go out
This defective model, this substitute, would use one final, reversed conflagration to rekindle the sea of stars for him.
“If I am Firefly, ”
Before my mech turned to ashes, I finally kissed my light.
