Disclaimer: Saint Seiya is Masami Kurumada's. I do not own anything, ANYTHING!

Setting: after Athena's death in Sanctuary Chapter

Milo, I cannot smell. But I know that the scent of my blood is on your gold cloth, because you strike me with your red nails. Just like the scent of your blood is on my black surplice, because I strike you with my red nails.

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Milo, I cannot feel. But I know that your hand is trembling on my neck as you try to end this temporary life of mine. And you know what? I thanked you of this.

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Milo, I cannot see. But I know that tears are flowing from your sad blue eyes, so different from your usual sparkling passionate eyes. And I know that tears also flowing from my lifeless eyes.

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Milo, I cannot speak. But I know that my mouth performing the words "Milo, I'm sorry." No voice came from these cold lips, so I could only wished that my apology and thanks known by you. You always understand me, but can you this time?

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Milo, I do can hear. And all I hear is you. You calling my name, in the most sad, painful, angry voice I've ever hear from you, and your throat is in pain as you asks me "why?" over and over again, even though you've already know the answer.

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Milo, I can never tell you this, but I love you. As my comrade, my brother, and most importantly, as my friend. My best friend. My only true friend. Until this moment, you've showed me so many things I could ever know if you're not with me. No word can express my thanks to you. I like it when you came to my temple, talked to me, slept on my lap, and hugged me. It made me feel alive. I'd do anything to live like that again.

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But Milo, we can't do that anymore.