Please forgive my pathetic knowledge of the Cowboy Bebop history. I'm a passer-by who got an idea stuck in her head.
"Where are you going?"
Her gun hand was shaking. Faye just couldn't seem to hold it steady. It was, however, the least of her worries. She knew where he was going.
"Why are you going?"
If she was going to be completely honest with herself, she knew that too. He continued to look at her, his expression betraying nothing. She briefly entertained the idea that maybe he hadn't heard her before dismissing it entirely. She knew him better. Lowering her gun, she scrambled around for something to say to him. She couldn't let him leave.
"You told me once to forget the past, because it didn't matter."
Still, he said nothing. She felt the irrational anger bump up a notch.
"You're the one still tied to the past, Spike!"
She half expected him to smirk at her, but he didn't even twitch. He was still the same Spike. Even now. Forever cool.
In a move that shocked her, he pressed his face close to her's, following as she instinctively moved away. In a moment of hysteria she wondered if he was going to kiss her. She didn't even think of moving. He'd stunned her into a temporary paralysis. Thinking back on it, she was grateful. She wouldn't have trusted herself to move.
"Look at my eyes, Faye." She did. She looked straight into his familiar, brown eyes and saw...nothing. No fear. No regret. Emptiness.
"One of them's a fake 'cause I lost it in an accident. Since then, I've been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. I thought I could only see patches of reality. Never the whole picture." His voice sounded final and resigned. Emotions flickered underneath her skin that she didn't want to deal with.
"Don't tell me things like that. You never told me anything about yourself before, so don't tell me now."
He continued. "I felt like I was watching a dream that I'd never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over."
She couldn't deal with this. The reality of the situation was sharpening with every word that came out of his mouth. She frantically tried to think of a way to change the subject while still keeping the conversation open.
"My memory came back," she snapped it out before she could think, "but nothing good came of it. There was no place for me to return to. This was the only place I could go. And now you're leaving. Just like that." Pressure started to build in her chest the more she talked. She knew this was one battle she wasn't going to win. "Why do you have to go? Where are you going? What are you going to do? Just throw you're life away like it was nothing?"
She thought she saw the corner of his mouth quiver dangerously, but it was to quick. She wasn't sure what she would do if he walked away from her now. She wasn't sure there was anything else to be done.
"I'm not going there to die. I'm going to find out if I was ever really alive."
And with that he was off, following the corridor that would lead him to his fate. And he was going willingly. Willingly leaving them all. The pressure in her chest spiked, and she wanted to yell. She wanted to rage against him and his damned destiny, leaving her behind to suffer alone. She aimed her gun and emptied round after round into the ceiling. Her only reward was a shock of greenish black hair and the glow of a cigarette disappearing into the darkness.
"Where are you going?"
Her gun hand was shaking. Faye just couldn't seem to hold it steady. It was, however, the least of her worries. She knew where he was going.
"Why are you going?"
If she was going to be completely honest with herself, she knew that too. He continued to look at her, his expression betraying nothing. She briefly entertained the idea that maybe he hadn't heard her before dismissing it entirely. She knew him better. Lowering her gun, she scrambled around for something to say to him. She couldn't let him leave.
"You told me once to forget the past, because it didn't matter."
Still, he said nothing. She felt the irrational anger bump up a notch.
"You're the one still tied to the past, Spike!"
She half expected him to smirk at her, but he didn't even twitch. He was still the same Spike. Even now. Forever cool.
In a move that shocked her, he pressed his face close to her's, following as she instinctively moved away. In a moment of hysteria she wondered if he was going to kiss her. She didn't even think of moving. He'd stunned her into a temporary paralysis. Thinking back on it, she was grateful. She wouldn't have trusted herself to move.
"Look at my eyes, Faye." She did. She looked straight into his familiar, brown eyes and saw...nothing. No fear. No regret. Emptiness.
"One of them's a fake 'cause I lost it in an accident. Since then, I've been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. I thought I could only see patches of reality. Never the whole picture." His voice sounded final and resigned. Emotions flickered underneath her skin that she didn't want to deal with.
"Don't tell me things like that. You never told me anything about yourself before, so don't tell me now."
He continued. "I felt like I was watching a dream that I'd never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over."
She couldn't deal with this. The reality of the situation was sharpening with every word that came out of his mouth. She frantically tried to think of a way to change the subject while still keeping the conversation open.
"My memory came back," she snapped it out before she could think, "but nothing good came of it. There was no place for me to return to. This was the only place I could go. And now you're leaving. Just like that." Pressure started to build in her chest the more she talked. She knew this was one battle she wasn't going to win. "Why do you have to go? Where are you going? What are you going to do? Just throw you're life away like it was nothing?"
She thought she saw the corner of his mouth quiver dangerously, but it was to quick. She wasn't sure what she would do if he walked away from her now. She wasn't sure there was anything else to be done.
"I'm not going there to die. I'm going to find out if I was ever really alive."
And with that he was off, following the corridor that would lead him to his fate. And he was going willingly. Willingly leaving them all. The pressure in her chest spiked, and she wanted to yell. She wanted to rage against him and his damned destiny, leaving her behind to suffer alone. She aimed her gun and emptied round after round into the ceiling. Her only reward was a shock of greenish black hair and the glow of a cigarette disappearing into the darkness.