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He lied' is the first thing that Rosie thinks. Maybe that's not very fair. She isn't feeling very charitable though after being left yet again. There was no crack in their simulated reality or obvious attempt to stay for her sake like promised. Not that she truly faulted him or Noctis. In the end, they were as powerless as any of them.
As soon as she wonders what she's going to do, she remembers:
"You'd survive. Not because I'd want you to, or because anyone would expect it, but because it's what you are. Nobody can stop you. Nothing can keep you down forever. It's what I admire most about you, and it's why you make me a better man."
She'd told Noctis once that all she could was love him while he was here knowing that a future wasn't likely possible.
"I dunno what it feels like for me yet, but...I feel really good, here with you. Like I can follow my heart, too. That's new for me...but I want to try." It still hurts more than she can truly express though to have that confirmation that a future with them was likely never going to end any way but in heartbreak.
She'll survive.
Maybe, she'll even love again like she did with them.
But does she
want to? That's the question now.
It doesn't feel like it sitting by herself in Ardyn's apartment. There's nothing cooking to wake her and Noctis up, no one to come back and cuddle (or more) with her, and no life or love to be found. It's just dark, quiet, and empty. All the things Ardyn said he was back on Eos but she'd done her best with Noctis to prove wrong.
At some point after realizing he wasn't there and that she couldn't connect to either him or Noctis on the network, she'd sought out some of their left behind clothes and put them on. Not to burn or ruin or anything like that this time. Instead, she simply wrapped herself up in their scents. It was comforting but also caused her to realize that they'd fade eventually and all she'd have would be memories.
Well, memories and a
tattoo over her womb. A fun spot suggested by Ardyn and that she'll now treat as a small reminder - for her and others - to the men her body and heart truly belonged to for a time. Will they still have the tattoo to remind of her and Amani? She can hope.
Funny, she also notes, that she'd painted flowers on the walls and windows to help them remember her if she'd disappeared but it's once again only her who remains. Now, she stains their once shared sheets with tears and snot until it feels like she physically can't cry anymore. She sleeps, cries again, and loses track of the time.
Eventually though, she'll find the strength to do the only thing she feels she can: request The Peacekeeper send her home. While there's nothing there for her anymore, nothing is better than this. She's sorry to disappoint them but she doesn't want to survive anymore without Seteth, without Ardyn, without Noctis, and the continual fear that any of her other lovers could be stripped away without warning.
She's so tired of surviving. All she wants is to go to a promise of oblivion and end to this grief. The Peacekeeper obliges... but not in the way she anticipates. When Rosie falls out of consciousness in the AI's chambers, she'll awake after a few days a different woman.
One with the knowledge that her fate isn't death and that, like promised, she survived. Even if not in the way anyone - least of all her - expected.