The room is gone, fading in mist and fog until instead they are out in a relatively open space. A grassy space that could never be mistaken for anything but a graveyard. There kneels Lauri-Ell before a grave stone, marked with an eight pointed star and the name 'Marie "Mari-Ell" Danvers'.
This other version of Lauri-Ell kneels before the stone is in fully covering armor, green metal over her arms and legs and the like, with a green cape. Her hammer rests across her legs. And near her, further back, is the blonde woman, who stands there in a blue jumpsuit with red boots and gloves, and a golden star that matches the one on the grave on her chest.
"It is perhaps presumptuous of me, Mari-Ell, to call you mother," the armored Lauri-Ell says to the stone. "You did not know me and I did not know you... but since the beginning, real or imagined, I felt a pull inside me that I somehow knew was you. Some call to greatness and perhaps... more than that, a call to goodness."
Tears were clearly already catching in the woman's eyes, starting to roll free.
"On many dark days I doubted the truth of that feeling, questioned where it came from. Until I met Carol. I will never doubt it again. She is you. And she is everything I always imagined you to be. I wish... I wish I had known your love. I need... I need to thank you for all you have given me, without even knowing it. And now, a sister, which is more than I ever dreamed I could have."
Lauri-Ell's head bends forward more and her fingers reach to touch the stone. A goodbye before she silently raises to her feet and the far smaller blonde woman breaks the lingering silence.
"You wanna eat her favorite dinner?" the woman said at last.
"Yes, please," Lauri-Ell agreed, and the two began walking toward the gate to head out. "I am excited."
"Well, lower your expectations. Mom loved doughnuts."
"I bet doughnuts are divine," Lauri-Ell insists, her voice still a bit tight from her grief.
"Sure, but they're hardly what I would call dinner. Mom loved 'breakfast for dinner'. Snuck it in every chance she could."
"Why must the foods be kept separate in the first place?"
"Heh, you sound just like her," Carol laughed. And then, with the women walking off, the space fades back to the apartment, where Lauri-Ell stands beside Shiro, looking sadly at the photo frame.
sorry for long, it's a 'shorter' memory without good breaks
This other version of Lauri-Ell kneels before the stone is in fully covering armor, green metal over her arms and legs and the like, with a green cape. Her hammer rests across her legs. And near her, further back, is the blonde woman, who stands there in a blue jumpsuit with red boots and gloves, and a golden star that matches the one on the grave on her chest.
"It is perhaps presumptuous of me, Mari-Ell, to call you mother," the armored Lauri-Ell says to the stone. "You did not know me and I did not know you... but since the beginning, real or imagined, I felt a pull inside me that I somehow knew was you. Some call to greatness and perhaps... more than that, a call to goodness."
Tears were clearly already catching in the woman's eyes, starting to roll free.
"On many dark days I doubted the truth of that feeling, questioned where it came from. Until I met Carol. I will never doubt it again. She is you. And she is everything I always imagined you to be. I wish... I wish I had known your love. I need... I need to thank you for all you have given me, without even knowing it. And now, a sister, which is more than I ever dreamed I could have."
Lauri-Ell's head bends forward more and her fingers reach to touch the stone. A goodbye before she silently raises to her feet and the far smaller blonde woman breaks the lingering silence.
"You wanna eat her favorite dinner?" the woman said at last.
"Yes, please," Lauri-Ell agreed, and the two began walking toward the gate to head out. "I am excited."
"Well, lower your expectations. Mom loved doughnuts."
"I bet doughnuts are divine," Lauri-Ell insists, her voice still a bit tight from her grief.
"Sure, but they're hardly what I would call dinner. Mom loved 'breakfast for dinner'. Snuck it in every chance she could."
"Why must the foods be kept separate in the first place?"
"Heh, you sound just like her," Carol laughed. And then, with the women walking off, the space fades back to the apartment, where Lauri-Ell stands beside Shiro, looking sadly at the photo frame.