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Summary: When you think of him, it's white light you think of, right? The Warrior of Light is always alone for a reason. Learn physics through fanfiction.
Rating: K
Warnings: None
[Dissidia:FF] Optics II [Warrior of Light]
Interference of light occurs if and only if the light from the source is monochromatic- that is, of only one color, which would include
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.
There may only be seven colors in the spectrum, but the Warrior understands.
The others have these colors. These emotions. These feelings. They come and go, changing like the seasons. He has seen this occur in every time Cloud's lips slowly form a smile, every time Terra looks downward, a hint of sadness in her eyes, every time Onion Knight's youth betrays him and his eyes widen in innocent confusion…
The Warrior sees these colors in them, but he is white light.
He sees this in Bartz and Zidane as well; a playful exchange of friendliness that can become exasperation and annoyance in an instant. He even sees this in Squall, who is unlikely to admit such a thing despite his moments of contented happiness.
The Warrior has seen the colors of his comrades everywhere, but he is white light.
He has seen Firion lift his head in the darkest of moments, driven by his dream. He has seen Tidus go from carefree cheerfulness to intense anger and back. Every time Cecil transforms from Dark Knight to Paladin to Dark Knight, the Warrior sees the colors emerging, flowing boundlessly.
It is unfortunate that he cannot see these colors in himself, for he is white light.
The Warrior of Light understands, and resigns himself to this fact. For, as he knows, he is not meant for such colors, such personality and sensation. Perhaps this is why he was stripped of his identity, his memories, even his name, before arriving here. Perhaps this is why he is alone.
Perhaps this is why he is alone.
It confuses him, momentarily, because white light contains all colors, doesn't it, and shouldn't that mean that he himself contains all these colors? But no, this is not how it is, he thinks, seeing that even if white light contains all colors, it still appears white to the eye.
So, he thinks, does that not mean that I do have those colors inside of me? That I need only a prism, an outlet, to unlock them?
He shakes his head slowly. These thoughts are irrelevant. They will not aid him in winning this war.
But the light will always be with him.
[A/N] The study of light and the interaction of light and matter is termed optics.
Another physics drabble!! I'm very sorry~! But, as I said before, my class has been studying optics and we were assigned a homework assignment asking us to explain why white light doesn't form interference patterns… of course I think of WoL. : D
A life. I need one.
The format is a little different from the last Optics story but it's still physics-related. I'm thinking of making a series. (But what will I do when we complete the chapter on light? ;;;)
Thank you very much for reading.