Still. I dare you to say it.
Twelve is just mere traitor? A filthy traitor?
No. Deep inside. He could never leave Nine.
He still ran after him and saved him even at the cost of getting shot.
Five is a mere bitch?
No. She was suffering her pain. Among the three, she was the one which was running out of time the most.
She was alone, with no Twelve by her side.
Yes, she is a sick, psycho woman who was ready to play people like they were mere chess pieces.
All this because she wanted to meet Nine again.
And when she did, she vowed never to hand him to anyone.
Nine was the sole one played that game with her.
And even if you can’t call this friendship.
It is a bond.
A twisted and tormented bond.
Which makes it all the more painful.
For a girl whose life was destroyed by a single project.