It felt like it had been years since that day, but in reality, it had only been one year since that battle in Tokyo caused you to lose your arm. The sensation of phantom pain still ever present when you wake up without it in the morning, the sensation only being soothed slightly by the prosthetic you had been given by the state, and your wife Rumi, who lost multiple limbs trying to protect you.

You wake up and naturally go to hug her, only to notice her missing. She was probably out exercising again, she was still the same gym rat she was before the war. You attach your prosthetic and notice her arm still on her side of the bed. Strange, she doesn't forget her arm that often, but you paid no mind, got up, and went to the living room, only to find Rumi sitting on the couch.

Oh, hey carrots she says as she waves her left arm, a bright smile on her face as she shows off her new prosthetic, a complete match of the one you're wearing. You like it? I went out and bought it earlier so we can match