I wonder what you are to me, Yohko Yamamoto.
We've been friends since childhood, but is that still true?
Here and now, I feel different. I feel so free. I can fight to the best
of my ability and not hold back. Thanks to the space warship, I no longer
have to.
In this time, this place, I can be myself.
Thank you for bringing me here, Yohko.
But that doesn't change a thing.
I will still duel with you to the death.
...of you
I never thought I would mind being defeated by you.
Under different circumstances I wouldn't have.
But to be beaten so easily with almost no effort--I couldn't accept that.
To truly test myself, and you, I needed the stakes to be higher.
Defeat me or the Old Timers' Chronos system will activate and destroy the
universe.
No matter the result, I'll be satisfied.
Because I know you'll be doing your absolute best.
It's so easy for you to win. In studies, in sports, in video games--no
wonder Lawson picked you to be a space warship pilot. You and Momiji
thought I could be one too, even though you knew I didn't like tournaments.
It's all right as long as no one gets hurt, isn't it?
Yet...
Madoka certainly seemed hurt. Always being second-best. Reflecting light
like the Moon instead of shining like the Sun.
I can understand why she became your rival, even if you never considered
her as such. A rather friendly rival, as she became our team mate and
comrade.
I really don't think we can call each other friends anymore.
We've known each other all our lives, yet we don't truly know each other at
all.
I don't even know myself anymore.
The self that I knew before becoming a pilot for TERRA wasn't all that I am.
I was merely the Earth circling the Sun.
But I could also eclipse the Sun, casting the Moon into darkness that
swallows light.
Because of you.
"This is Super Struggle TA-25. Ayano Elizabeth Hakuhouin. I'm going now."
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