Mythra thought for a while. Who was she? She waste Aegis, the Master Blade, an AI designed to process the data received from the core crystals of all Bladed and further their evolution. That was what she was created for. For Addam, she has been his closest companion and ally, and the weapon to defeat Malos. And to Rex...well, he was one of the only people who really understood her. She didn’t have a concrete purpose to him, she supposed, other than his friend. He didn’t have anything he wanted her to he other than herself. But he had needed her to be his sword, he had needed her to fight with him to defeat Malos. And she had been happy to. But now that no one needed anything from her, she had to figure out what she needed. What she wanted. Who exactly she was, when she wasn’t the Aegis.

“Well to make choices, I need an actual motivation. Everyone I care about is dead or disconnected from me. I don’t have anything valuable here. I’m pretty much worthless without my power! So I have nothing!” Nothing, except her memories. And wasn’t that why she was still living? Why she hadn’t gone through with her plan, why she hadn’t gotten her Father to end her existence? Because she had memories, had experiences, which were worth preserving. Except Pyra was still alive in that world, so if she died here, those experiences would still end up living in anyways. Although, she supposed, their memories, while shared, were different depending on their holder. So perhaps they would not live if she died, through her sister. Mythra dug her nails into her palms, frustration welling up.