Вай ю олвейс мейк ми край эт зе чоис эндинг? т__т
Я рыдала, блин.
Нет, что я вру, я не рыдала, но было грустно .
Очень грустно, да.
Пойду поем
The Rapture dream is over, and, in waking, I am alone. Mother, I left behind, and you chose to die rather than to have me follow you. But you gave me the greatest gift of all, something I have never had: my freedom. There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change. I thought we would sieze it together. Yet, as I sat there with you, I wondered if even I could be redeemed. Your sacrifice gave me hope. But father, wherever you are, I miss you.