The Arnval that got first place was smiling, a wide grin on her face as her master applauded her.
She rode silently on his shoulder. Neither party spoke a word.
The Howling that got third place after being soundly defeated by a custom model still managed a smile, satisfied with her placing.
The sound of footsteps up a staircase echoed, reflecting the emptiness of everything.
The one who got runner-up wasn’t smiling in front of the cameras that flashed and clicked.
The door opened, swinging outwards as a draft of cold air swept inwards.
She was expressionless, lost in her loss.
Her Cradle swung back and forth, held in the hand of her maker.
Her words in the interviews were cynical and accusatory.
A cloudy sky stretched in front of them, pristine buildings reaching up to touch them.
He only spoke two words to her.
From above, humans seemed even smaller than Shinkis.
She only spoke three words to him.
From free fall, the wind felt really good.
”I hate you.”