To find the warmth once more(COVER IS NOT MINE)

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"Dad?" A three year old Yuma asked, looking up at his father. "What happens when you die?"

"Hm?" Yugo said, surprised by the sudden question. "Why would you want to know that?"

Yuma looked down at his hands. "Some kids thought I meant mom was dead when I said I'll never meet her. They told me she's in a 'better place'." Yuma looked up at the sky. "But what is that place? Is there even an afterlife?"

Yugo looked at his son for a while, then began to laugh. Yuma looked back at his dad. "Eh? What's so funny?"

Yugo looked at his son with a smile. "No one will know that until they die, Yuma. But if you ever find out, feel free to share."

Death was cold, Yuma found out. You can't really feel what it is that killed you, just the freezing realization that you won't make it.

Most importantly, death was lonely. When you're dying your brain shuts down before your body will. Even if you are surrounded by thousands of people, you wouldn't be able to tell.

That's what Yuma found out. He also found out that once you start that path of being alone, it won't stop.

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When Yuma's father became his trigger, he truly understood what it meant to be alone. Being alone doesn't mean that you don't have people around you, but just that you don't have the right people.

In other words, Clavaria.

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Yuma sat on his bed. He still couldn't believe it. The battle was over. Three years of fighting and suffering were over. Yuma was free.

Yuma took a deep breath, covering his eyes with his hand. Would he finally be able to mourn now?

By his shoulder, Replica formed. "It is over." The small trion soldier stated.

"Yeah." Yuma replied. "What do I do now? I have the choice to leave, right? We helped win, like we said."

Replica hummed. "By logic, you should have that option. Where would you like to go?" 

Yuma lifted his head out of his hands. Without answering Replica, Yuma walked out of his room, not bothering to close his door. It was still late at night, so no one would bother him anyway.

Walking out to the edge of the building, Yuma leaned on the rail, tucking his chin in his arms. Replica came up behind him.

The city below shone in light. Citizens were partying, which was pretty amusing due to the soldiers who actually did something were too tired to do anything.

"Do you think Medien is as nice as dad said it was?" Yuma asked, not taking his eyes off of what's below.

Dad really loved Medien. The man couldn't shut up about the place. Sometimes, when Yuma was younger, he would tell him stories about a small city where they had this thing called 'school.'

He also would tell stories about this thing called 'cat'. Ah, and this thing called 'dog.'

Or this food that had 'broccoli.' Dad didn't really like that.

"That's for you to find out, Yuma." Replica replied. Yuma hummed.

Pushing away from the railing, Yuma headed back into his room. "Do you have something in mind?" Replica asked, following the boy.