Breathe | Epilogue
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After their chat with Akira and Kazuya, the group of survivors watched the two men gleefully take Sorakuma away to be melted down. At this point, they were left standing amongst the great number of Hinanjo Villagers and Foundation members. Each one of the faces of these exhausted people curling into smiles as they soon started to realise that their suffering was finally coming to an end.
To Raven, Utsusu, Daishin, Hanari, Persephone, Ren and Bunji however, despite being surrounded by so many people, taking into account those that they lost along the way during the killing game, life still felt a little lonely, a little empty. They had been labelled as the saviours of this new world; a group of ordinary people who got caught up in a terrible nightmare. Their determination and sheer force of will bringing them to a point where they survived this ordeal. Was it for survival? Love? or a desire to see things how they once were.
Even so, their survival seemed bittersweet. So many people had died during the mutual killing... Their names... yes...
Kazuro Ryokugane, Shinsuke Naragachi, Kibou Kirimizu, Keiko Yamaguchi, Hisayo Takamiya, Sakurako Morisawa, Ayame Satoshi, Shichiro Kamiya, Nobuyuki Tsukada, Sunshine, Kiha Ryu Each one of them fought and died for survival and their own hope. It was clear that had their hands not been forced by Sorakuma, then maybe they might have all lived.
Three others had died, however their lives had only brought continued suffering...
Touma Genjou, Tomoyo Iori
and of course,
Mika Tsukizuka.
Super High School Level Despair had infiltrated them from the very beginning. Their fates puppeteered by those who sought to see Mika’s vision to the end.
These lives will not be forgotten. For better or for worse.
The survivors found themselves surrounded by the villagers and Foundation members. Many of those who joined the fight were friends or relatives of these survivors. As some of them approached their special people, weeping with joy at their safety, the group of captives could only look at each other with the knowledge that the Tragedy was finally ending. Peace was on the horizon.
Soon, there will be no more destruction, murder, execution, suffering or despair.
These Captives... These survivors... from both the first killing game and the second. They were originally nothing but remnants of the Old World. With their determination, their strength and their courage, they successfully became the beacons of hope for the New World. Future and Past, Truth and Lies, Hope and Despair. Like everything else in this world, it required a delicate balance. Now, all these brave survivors could do, much like those who survived the SpecOps killing game, was...
Close their eyes.
Take a deep breath.
And start again.
THE END