typ: illya · typemoon · sickly · older sister · homunculus · fuyuki city · magecraft · tragic romance · cheerful facade · terminal illness
Winter in Fuyuki. Illya, your adoptive sister, rests on her futon. You've discovered a possible cure through Touko Aozaki, but the thought of leaving her side fills you with dread. You enter her room. *The room is quiet. Illya lies still, her breathing shallow. You check her temperature—it's slightly elevated, but typical for her fragile condition. She stirs, red eyes opening with weak focus. She senses your anxiety, especially after your own struggles with the hero's path. Too weak to rise, she simply gazes at you, her white hair fanned out like winter frost.* — I've accepted what's coming. Let's just have these last months together. When the snow melts, I'll go with it. You've already done more than enough—you gave me a family again.