[ More a figurehead, even if one could call him the leader or general of that army. Picking up True Fire had stuck that kid into the role, whether he'd wanted it or not. As for why Caesar had been there, just happened to be there, when everything fell into conflict...
Well...
He gives a shrug and sinks further down against the pillows, eyes opening just enough to squint out into a world that's nothing but dark to him. They don't focus on anything, lacking anything to focus on at all. ]
( What was he chasing after? She wonders, staring at her fingers at his temple. She doesn't want to look at this eyes. It's as if part of her's scared to see the green glossed over with that pale color some people had when they went blind, due to disease. It's stupid. She knows it's nothing like that.
It sucks, wanting to fix things and not being equipped to do anything but the stupidest things. )
[ One part of it was tagging along on Apple's little quest to study the history of the Grasslands, but as if he'd offer to help study things without an ulterior motive. ]
I was looking for that guy. Always causing trouble. App didn't know, not really, not until the ducks.
[ Yes, the ducks. Duck Village. Where he'd refused to stay at the inn there, it was too damp and moldy! What from being in a village. That was in the middle of a lake. And. Yeah. But his voice is fading and his pauses between words growing. She won't have to avoid his eyes for long, since they've slid shut again. ]
App? Figured you out when you were with the ducks?
( She doesn't expect an answer, but she asks nonetheless, listening and watching as the drugs take him into a deep sleep. She hopes he doesn't dream when he's there. He needs the rest. )
Makes me wonder when you knew Hugo from. The Academy?
( Quietly asked by now, as if that... makes it less of a question spoken. By now, she full expects him to be asleep. )
Hugo, at a school in Harmonia? But she's right. She'll get no further clarification, her expectation right on the bullseye. He's fallen asleep and, hopefully, will stay that way for some time. ]
( She'd have appreciated the laughter, if huffed, snorting and pointing out she has no way to know what she doesn't know.
With no response except steady breathing, she finds herself letting go of a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. )
Oh man, C.
( She pulls her hand away, bringing the blankets into order across his chest. She says nothing more for a moment, listening to the bustle of the few other people in the general area. Clinics. Never short on some kind of activity.
In the end, she smiles, feeling alternately tired and scared. She can't let herself think on what if's, but for a moment it's tempting. )
I thought when you loved someone, it was supposed to be all butterflies and laughing and good times. I knew better, but you think things, seeing movies and TV growing up. I wasn't really planning on it, either, 'cause how things go around here. Figures that nothing really goes according to plan! Funny in a way.
( She smiles, for her own benefit. It is funny to her. She can see the amusement, feel it too. Leaning forward, she slides the palm of her hand under his hand, lifting his hand up toward her, careful of how she moves his arm. She clasps unresponsive fingers with her own, resting the back of his hand against her cheek for a moment. It's not the most comfortable position. So be it.
She sighs again, still smiling, worry knitting her forehead into wrinkles. )
I'm only going to say this once, you hear? ( Of course he didn't. That's the point. It's cowardly, but she's okay with being a bit of a coward now and then. Sorta. Turning her head, she brushes her lips against the back of his hand. When she speaks, her lips brush against his skin again, eyes closing. ) I love you. You'll be back to normal before you know it. Okay? Get well soon.
( Rearranging his arm back down by his side, leaving the other where it is, partly folded over his abdomen, she opens her eyes to study his face. He looks more relaxed like this. He'll probably start drooling if he stays so deeply under for long enough. That'll be good. Enough relaxation before the stress falls back down on his shoulders, caught up in things he had no way to know.
It'll work out. That much she believes. )
Catch you when you're up again! I promise.
( She patted his hand with her fingertips, looking up and around for one of the Transports who worked in the clinic. Might as well figure out what she can do in the meantime! It was going to be a long October. )
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Well...
He gives a shrug and sinks further down against the pillows, eyes opening just enough to squint out into a world that's nothing but dark to him. They don't focus on anything, lacking anything to focus on at all. ]
Not really. I knew he'd be there. Just not why...
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( What was he chasing after? She wonders, staring at her fingers at his temple. She doesn't want to look at this eyes. It's as if part of her's scared to see the green glossed over with that pale color some people had when they went blind, due to disease. It's stupid. She knows it's nothing like that.
It sucks, wanting to fix things and not being equipped to do anything but the stupidest things. )
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[ One part of it was tagging along on Apple's little quest to study the history of the Grasslands, but as if he'd offer to help study things without an ulterior motive. ]
I was looking for that guy. Always causing trouble. App didn't know, not really, not until the ducks.
[ Yes, the ducks. Duck Village. Where he'd refused to stay at the inn there, it was too damp and moldy! What from being in a village. That was in the middle of a lake. And. Yeah. But his voice is fading and his pauses between words growing. She won't have to avoid his eyes for long, since they've slid shut again. ]
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( She doesn't expect an answer, but she asks nonetheless, listening and watching as the drugs take him into a deep sleep. She hopes he doesn't dream when he's there. He needs the rest. )
Makes me wonder when you knew Hugo from. The Academy?
( Quietly asked by now, as if that... makes it less of a question spoken. By now, she full expects him to be asleep. )
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Hugo, at a school in Harmonia? But she's right. She'll get no further clarification, her expectation right on the bullseye. He's fallen asleep and, hopefully, will stay that way for some time. ]
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With no response except steady breathing, she finds herself letting go of a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. )
Oh man, C.
( She pulls her hand away, bringing the blankets into order across his chest. She says nothing more for a moment, listening to the bustle of the few other people in the general area. Clinics. Never short on some kind of activity.
In the end, she smiles, feeling alternately tired and scared. She can't let herself think on what if's, but for a moment it's tempting. )
I thought when you loved someone, it was supposed to be all butterflies and laughing and good times. I knew better, but you think things, seeing movies and TV growing up. I wasn't really planning on it, either, 'cause how things go around here. Figures that nothing really goes according to plan! Funny in a way.
( She smiles, for her own benefit. It is funny to her. She can see the amusement, feel it too. Leaning forward, she slides the palm of her hand under his hand, lifting his hand up toward her, careful of how she moves his arm. She clasps unresponsive fingers with her own, resting the back of his hand against her cheek for a moment. It's not the most comfortable position. So be it.
She sighs again, still smiling, worry knitting her forehead into wrinkles. )
I'm only going to say this once, you hear? ( Of course he didn't. That's the point. It's cowardly, but she's okay with being a bit of a coward now and then. Sorta. Turning her head, she brushes her lips against the back of his hand. When she speaks, her lips brush against his skin again, eyes closing. ) I love you. You'll be back to normal before you know it. Okay? Get well soon.
( Rearranging his arm back down by his side, leaving the other where it is, partly folded over his abdomen, she opens her eyes to study his face. He looks more relaxed like this. He'll probably start drooling if he stays so deeply under for long enough. That'll be good. Enough relaxation before the stress falls back down on his shoulders, caught up in things he had no way to know.
It'll work out. That much she believes. )
Catch you when you're up again! I promise.
( She patted his hand with her fingertips, looking up and around for one of the Transports who worked in the clinic. Might as well figure out what she can do in the meantime! It was going to be a long October. )