"An apprentice who dies for his mentor. The mentor then goes on to save the kingdom."
THEIR NAMES ARE BOTH NAMELESS SO I CALLED THEM NO. 1 AND NO. 7 AND NOW IT SOUNDS LIKE A FUCKING NIER: AUTOMATA FIC GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
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Nameless No. 7 isn't the most... attractive, and has never been loved.
He was eventually apprenticed to Nameless No. 1, who rather than treating him as a subordinate, treated him as a brother, and he in turn treated her as a sister.
Somehow the human race had survived long enough that the Milky Way and the Andromeda galaxy had begun to collide. It's a very, very, very slow process, and colliding galaxies isn't quite as disastrous as it sounds. Celestial bodies are so vastly spaced that rather than properly colliding, the two galaxies just combine into one giant super galaxy. Sure, the two individual galaxies lose their original shape, but the cores meld together and as a result we have a super galaxy.
Most people don't know this yet, though the information has been around for the last literal billion years, even in historic times as far back as 2019. The humans of the time knew that the two galaxies would collide. Furthermore, they knew it wouldn't be the end of the world because humans were expected to die out as early as 2040 at the rate they were using up Earth's natural resources.
No. 7 and No. 1 were assigned to get this information out to the public, as majority of the government wanted, yet there was a branch that was convinced it was a lie, and that everyone was doomed.
And so, with that branch's intervention is how No. 1 found in her arms a bleeding No. 7, losing blood too quickly for help to arrive in time.
She never cries, yet now she wept bitterly, pleading with the universe to let her dearest friend live.
The universe didn't seem to hear her over the silent roar of galaxies merging.
"Save... them..." he whispered weakly, giving her an affectionate smile. She cried harder, removing their gloves so that she could squeeze his hands.
"You were the brother I never had..." she sobbed. "They can't take you from me, I love you!"
He squeezed her hands as acknowledgement, a silent return of affection before going limp in her arms.
She was in pain for the rest of the mission she knew she had to carry out, for No. 7's sake. He died protecting her, after all.
She managed to hack into the global news system, hurriedly recording her piece before the threatening government branch could shut her down. They're the ones who control media, the reason she had to hack at all, though she too worked for the government.
After giving her piece on the science why the world was not in fact ending, she gave her last shout out to No. 7, and how she wouldn't be there without his sacrifice.
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