[It's a thing. It's an clean and empty slate, and Mako isn't sure if it's good or bad. She's alone now, there is no more Mori and no more Pentecost left in the world but her. And she's supposed to be thinking in terms of honouring his memory and his choices and his death, but all she can think of was that -
He was so selfish. Dying in the Jaeger and only giving her one radio-transmitted goodbye. That all her life she'll remember now that their last moment was not a fleeting second of happiness in a hospital room, or in his room, but surrounded by grief and panic and focus Mako we have to save the world now.
It pulls a wretched sob from her, finally, because she admits it to herself - she's mad at the only person who was there for her since Tokyo.]
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He was so selfish. Dying in the Jaeger and only giving her one radio-transmitted goodbye. That all her life she'll remember now that their last moment was not a fleeting second of happiness in a hospital room, or in his room, but surrounded by grief and panic and focus Mako we have to save the world now.
It pulls a wretched sob from her, finally, because she admits it to herself - she's mad at the only person who was there for her since Tokyo.]
Just - this.