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237 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 18, 2018
In fairy tales, the evil witch is always defeated, the princess gets saved, and everyone gets their happily ever after. But do people always necessarily achieve peace and joy after evil is vanquished, the tragedy ends, and everyone is saved from adversity? Even with the wounds they’ve been inflicted with left as they are?
This story of these boys and girls who know only the battlefield, 86—Eighty-Six, is about what lies beyond the happily ever after.
“…I’m not making a tragic face.”
For some reason, her voice came out awkwardly, as if her nose was stuffy… As if she was on the verge of tears.
“Yes, you are. To be honest…it’s kind of been irritating me for a while now.”
Even as he called her face irritating, his tone and gaze were filled with concern.
“When I said I wanted you to remember us, it wasn’t so you would remember our deaths. I didn’t tell you to live on just so you could spend every day trying to atone for your sins… I didn’t leave you with those words as a punishment, so that you would wear such a tortured expression…”
As if to say he wasn’t accusing her of anything…
“…So stop wearing that macabre uniform. It doesn’t suit you… And neither does this hair.”
After a moment of hesitation, he gently scooped up a strand of Lena’s long, silken hair. The lone streak was dyed red, meant to represent the blood of the Eighty-Six.
“You don’t have to do this anymore. You have no sins to atone for. No one’s condemning you, so please stop—stop trying to bear a cross that doesn’t exist.”
“You’re thinking about how you can’t let us Eighty-Six die for Republic citizens, aren’t you?”
As he pointed out Lena’s concerns accurately, his quiet voice was racked with concern.
“I don’t understand why you can’t separate yourself from the Republic, Colonel, but I do understand that regardless of the reason, you simply can’t. You think these sins are your own because you’re a citizen of that country. But that doesn’t mean you have to pretend you’re as coldhearted as the Republic, Colonel.”
You don’t have to act the part of the Bloodstained Queen who fights with no one by her side.
“So don’t force yourself to do things you shouldn’t have to… I’ll say it again. It doesn’t suit you, Colonel.”
And that was why Shin and the rest of the Eighty-Six were the same as they’d been when they were trapped in the Eighty-Sixth Sector. Clinging to their last remaining vestiges of pride and never looking back on what they’d had to cut away to preserve it. Just as they’d been when they ran through that battlefield of certain death, sealed by human malice—the Eighty-Sixth Sector, where the whole world was their enemy. Without the happiness of the past to look back on, they couldn’t imagine knowing happiness in the future.
They’d survived and gained freedom. But they had to cast away the strength to imagine the happiness ahead, and even the strength to wish for it.
She thought she stood on the same battlefield as them. That she had finally caught up to them and would fight by their side from now on. But that wasn’t the case. They might stand on the same battlefield and throw themselves into the same battles… But she saw the world in a way that was too radically different from their own perception.
I am a Republic citizen. The side that stole from them and chipped away at them. So saying this is probably terrible hubris. But even knowing this…
“That makes me…so sad.”
A single tear rolled down her soft white cheek.
This was a skill Lena had gained precisely because she’d spent so long commanding from a distant control room, where she’d had to rely on fragmentary information from the battlefield covered by the Eintagsfliege’s jamming. It made Shin wonder what kind of fighting Lena had seen in the Republic ever since the Special Reconnaissance mission two years ago. Suddenly, he realized he had absolutely no idea.
And that was because he’d never asked. No one, himself included, had ever thought to ask Lena about that. Lena, on the other hand, seemed to want to ask all sorts of questions. She must have had…a lot on her mind.
The concept humankind couldn’t achieve despite pursuing it for thousands of years—equality—had been achieved by the mindless killing machines known as the Legion…in a manner that was all too ironic for humanity.
The world wasn’t beautiful to them. No, maybe it was, but it certainly wasn’t kind. And people weren’t kind, nor were they good. They certainly weren’t beautiful. And that wasn’t limited to the Republic. It was just as true for the Federacy… For all people. The Eighty-Six had all but given up on the human world, deeming it cruel and wretched…and hopeless above all.