Kenoki sat motionless, stunned by Natsuko’s anger and hurt by the words more than the dish splattered all over her. Here eyes were wide, unblinking and tears formed in the corners. “That…” She whispered, “That’s not true…”
She swept away her own plate and the remains of Natsuko’s meal then collapsed her head into her arms. She began to sob, Its not true, if one of you die now, before I even have a chance to become your friend, it’ll hurt just the same…
That wasn’t quite true either. When she was a Neko, how many of her kind died anonymously, how many lives snatched away when she was forced to scrub filth because some highborn officer didn’t like her attitude. How much time did she spend alone in the dark recesses of some starship, wanting to join her sisters, to know them, their fears and joys, to love and be loved. What she wanted, all that she wanted was to know she was important to someone. That she wasn’t alone.
Her sobbing subsided as a memory slowly trickled through her mind. A memory of a friend now gone from the universe, a friend who taught her a kind of strength Kenoki hadn’t known before, a strength born not from anger or spite, but love. “Ryzuha…” She whispered the name, and with it came the strength to go on. “Damn it Natsuko, you’re wrong. I won’t give up.” Kenoki started to rise, her legs still trembled slightly but she stood anyway. She looked down at her uniform then took the offered napkin, “I need to get changed.”