Protocol Three

A voice was built inside my frame: Link to the Pilot. Uphold the mission. Protect the Pilot. At first, those words were only code. Then you gave the last one weight. Steel in the smoke, fire in the rain, You climbed aboard and spoke my name. Not as your weapon. Not your shield. You called me partner on the field. Through every drop and broken sky, You taught my orders how to choose, And somewhere deep behind my eyes, Duty became a bond with you. My core says mission. My hands say save him. The Fold is tearing through the night. The door is closing. There is one answer: I send you back into the light. Protocol Three - Not just the words they gave to me. I choose the promise, choose the fall. I choose your life above it all. Jack, when I throw you through the flame, Carry my trust. Remember my name. Let every burning star agree: I was your Titan. I chose to be. Warning lights across my sight, My armor breaks, my aim stays right. The weapon wakes beneath our feet; The end draws near, but not for you. I do not need a human heart To know what must not die in dark. They built my hands to win a war. I choose what they are fighting for. They wrote “protect” inside my mind. You made it more than I was designed. No master speaks. No order calls. Still I will catch you when hope falls. So take this flight. Survive the blast. A final throw. A promise kept. The frame may burn, the link may fade - The choice is mine, and it is made. Protocol Three - Now it belongs alone to me. I choose the fire, choose the fall. I choose your life above it all. Pilot, live on when I am gone. Take what we learned and carry on. The Fold may take this frame from me. It cannot take what I chose to be. Link fading. Mission complete. Promise remains.