"I love you, Homura-chan." She had murmured, eyes full of warmth and love. "Even though you've made me this way. And nothing will ever change that."
...Well, you suppose you can hardly blame yourself for forgetting, if you've screwed up enough that you unwittingly created an insane god out of the breakup.
You have no business to be in a relationship. That much is clear. If you're lucky, you will die cold and alone, angry and bitter, without someone to hold your hand just as you bleed out into the gutter.
And somehow you're all right with that.
The chinook heaves and wrenches and finally shakes as it lands.
Time to meet the Betrayer. Time to see just how much you've forgotten.
And maybe get some alcohol in you. It's fucking freezing here. Siberia is really, really cold.
You gently nudge Misaka awake as you one-handedly undo the straps holding you secure to your seat. For some reason, this doesn't work, and Midori, your subordinate, helpfully takes your arms dealer from you as you finish divesting yourself of your protective harness. A moment more - with Misaka stirring, mumbling your name - and you finally free yourself, carrying the half-asleep arms dealer in the same way you'd carry a child. You tell Midori to bring your things, namely the bag of porn you've bought for your host and the godforsaken golden crap that Kyuubey's foisted onto you.
A rather ominous-looking silhouette, famed by the white snow that you're starting to despise, awaits you at the bottom of the Chinook's embarkation ramp. Long hair, a tall, slender frame and what looks to be...spindly, armored legs, the feet hooked and bladed.