I remember the moments you died over and over again during the eternity of Lobotomy, with strange clarity.

You were just one of the many employees, and I knew you were just another worker who would eventually die like that.

And yet, I also remember how something in the corner of my heart felt strangely uncomfortable every time you died.

It's quite odd. I wonder what kind of relationship we had for me to feel this way. A Sephirah and an employee. That was the extent of it.

If I had to say, we weren't particularly close or affectionate. It's not like you spoke to me first, and I didn't exactly go out of my way to act like I cared about you.

⋯⋯That's what I thought, but seeing your final moment be your death was a bit regrettable.

After all, I much prefer sitting across from a living person and talking, rather than meeting someone who has died again.