Nepgear looked up at the sky.

It was the same as ever. The same, hollow expanse. Yet it wasn't. The blue sky felt darker, the sunlight's radiance weaker, the wind's breeze colder.

Lastation.

Lowee.

Leanbox.

One by one, the Goddesses fell. Following Noire's valliant example, the sword would come to take the lives of everyone who mattered.

But that was fine.

She could take the weight of that burden.

A life without her new friends. No Uni. No Rom, no Ram.

But that was fine, if it at least meant that she could save the people around her with her beloved sisters.

Ah yes.

Her sister.

The lazy, incoherent, hyperactive, ever-supportive, always cheerful, loving, caring girl who served as one of the most powerful and admirable CPUs she has ever known.

They both strived to protect one another.

But, ultimately, Nepgear couldn't overcome her sister's goodwill.

Thus, with a sickening slash, Gehaburn pierced Neptune's fragile body.

And now…?

And now…she was well and truly alone.

A warm lump rapidly rose through her throat as she relived the vivid memories. She felt a heavy tug at her heart, the overwhelming yearning, the sheer weight of the responsibility on her shoulders.

Stood at the end of this blood soaked path, the Gehaburn now useless, Nepgear slowly understood the meaning behind the Deity of Sin's words.

She turned her dulled, pink eyes gazing out over Gamindustri's peaceful horizon, ignoring the stunning view that she once desired to protect with all her heart.

I did it, sister.

Her eyes, devoid of life, began to water.

I did it. An era of peace. No more strife. No more conflict.

A chilling breeze rushed past her beaten body. Her senses tingled. The tickling sensation resonated with her trembling, lonely heart.

No more territorial disputes. No competition to decide the best goddess. No more misunderstandings. No more bickering with Uni. No more being accused of bullying. No more pestering Neptune to work. No more…anything.

The gales strengthened. With a soft push from the wind, Nepgear's shaky legs buckled. Her body collapsed into a pitiful heap on the grassy plains, the tips of the grass sliced at the roughened skin of her tired limbs.

Sister…I did it…will you come back…?