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Not many people can be defined by just one word. Not many should be. But for Gudako, she would let only one word define her: luck. She rationalized that she didn't deserve more than that. After all, it was by sheer luck she found the flyer from Chaldea seeking candidates for their Master program. It was luck that she hadn't had enough sleep the night before she was to start, falling asleep in the hallways in the morning Mash discovered her. It was luck that that led to her dozing off in the briefing, pissing off Olga-Marie enough to be kicked out of the proceedings. That luck snowballed into meeting Doctor Romani Archaman, not being there when the world ended, not being among the dead and dying. It was luck that made her Humanity's Last Master.
She never said it was good luck.
It was luck that she forged the specific contracts, connections, relationships, that she did across time and space, interweaving herself through the history's quilt. A persistent orange thread that traveled zigzag along the lines of humanity's advance, an ever-present, fleeting presence, hurrying across the world in multiple timelines and myriad what-ifs. It was convenient lucky break after lucky break that saved her from death countless times, or allowed her to earn the respect and aid of Death's own blade. Each memorable sight, sound, smell, wafting to her by Lady Luck's fondness for the stubborn girl, the girl who should have given up, the girl who shouldn't have been there but would never stop.
It was just her luck that she would continue to survive, even when those close to her fell one by one. Olga-Marie, screaming for someone to accept her. Doctor Roman, wearing the resplendent robes of a king, but the kind eyes of a human. Mash, a protective smile on her face even as her body wore away... She came back, but she was lost for long enough to know that it was, at least in part, her luck that Fou liked her enough to take mercy on the purple-haired Shielder. Da Vinci... An all-knowing, forever enigmatic gleam in her eye even as her life faded in a golden instant. Gudako recalled each loss, each time her heart stopped, then continued. Each step forward after the others had fallen behind. Each second of her continuance at the cost of those far greater than she could ever dream to be.
Her luck.
The world of humans ended twice... And she was lucky enough to survive it, despite not wanting to.
She never said it was good luck.
But, luck, or perhaps a curse... Whichever it was... Didn't matter. Couldn't matter. Because if for one second, she stopped... Everything those giants sacrificed... Every propelled inch forward that they pushed her in exchange for their own monumental achievements, their own vastly richer potentials... Would be wasted.
There was a quote that Gudako remembered hearing, from a television program she loved watching on lazy days before all this... "Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like him. But I do think all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if for one moment he ever accepts it."
If Gudako had to reword that quote for herself... It might go something like this:
"Everybody knows that everybody dies. But whatever might happen in other worlds, this one would forever be lost if I, for a single second, forget them."
Gudako stopped believing in luck a long time ago. To say it was luck would spit in the faces of all the great heroes of the past and present, ignore all the challenges she and her friends overcame, and deny the gift that was given to her in continuing to see tomorrow. She never said it was good luck. Because it wasn't luck at all.
It was love.