I remember the moments you died over and over again during those ten thousand years in Lobotomy with strange clarity.

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

And yet, I also remember feeling a strange, subtle discomfort in a corner of my heart every time you died.

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

If I had to say, we weren't particularly close. It's not like you spoke to me first, and I didn't act like I particularly cared about you either.

⋯⋯That's what I thought, but it was a bit of a shame that the last image I had of you was your death.

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