Weight of Responsibilities

Coco remained silent for a long moment before he finally asked, "Where did we go wrong?"

Edward's voice became heavy with regret. "You left," he exhaled. "I still regret letting you walk out that door."

Coco averted his gaze. "If I had stayed..." he murmured.

Edward nodded. "Everything would have been different."

Coco leaned back against the broken wall, his body growing heavier as he felt pain catching up to him. He retracted his armor into his meta-bot, exposing his wounded form.

"I had intended to retire after the tournament," Coco finally confessed as he gazed at the damaged ceiling. "Run away with her… and start anew like a n-normal…"

Edward stayed quiet. He understood what he was discussing; nothing was the same after the tournament, and the survivors were different from their previous lives.