It was forbidden
It was wrong.
But why did he like it?
Why did he like the Barian leader? Why were they even doing this? They were supposed to hate each other, they were to opposing forces that had been fighting for so long, fighting for the survival of their world and for the destruction of the opposing force's world.
So why were they doing this?
Why were they meeting here? On this field, stripped of their weapons, armor, and decks.
Because they themselves had no idea. All they knew was that they felt a pull to each other, as if a magnet was pulling them together.
Was it that, perhaps it was that pull that was the reason they were here? Was it the reason that Narsch lay on his back underneath him, flustered and conflicted?
Astral didn't know and perhaps maybe it was best to not delve deeper into it, this meeting was already perilous and didn't need to be any more so, so he decided that it would be best to keep quiet for now.
But he wouldn't stop wondering, questioning why they were here, he promised himself that one he would find out.
But for now he'd settle with the thought that they both felt the pulling sensation towards each other, irrational as it was, he would take what he could get.
He would only relay on the hope that he would be able to figure out this strange, magnetic attraction to his enemy.
He could only hope.