The pure white hallway gave way to a timelessly clean and sterile series of rooms. Kir, sitting on Kiryu's couch, watched and listened through the man still piloting his body as they were led past room after room of modern conveniences and tech that even Kir didn't recognize.
They were brought to an open field of grass, where an old angel waited for them, her wings still black as night despite her white hair.
"Is that... Aiko?" Kir received a mental nod from Kiryu as the view grew a little blurry.
The angel was seated in a white plastic chair, dressed in a form-fitting suit like the one Kiryu wore, except sleeker and lacking the hexagons. She faced a door in the middle of the field, and Lawre approached her, planting an affectionate hand on her shoulder before she looked over at Kiryu.
Her face looked so... kind.
"Are you him?" she asked.
"I am Kiryu. The one inside this body's head is Kir."
She nodded, "So it's finally time. Do you have my memories?"
