Dias and Chisato are not my creations, they're Tri Ace's, blah blah blah...
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It had been a year since the group had returned to the planet of Expel, to pick up their lives once again. Chisato Madison managed to land herself a job in prestigious Lacour, reporting for the king. She was still learning how to adjust her style to dazzle her new truth-seeking audience, and had taken up writing books again in her spare time. On the way to get a few published, one was dropped. However, the hand of a tall, enigmatic man saved it from the dust. A paper was nestled just inside the cover, and he plucked it neatly free for his inspection. He schooled his face to be disinterested, though grazing past the first few lines of the untitled poem would cause that stoic expression to change. Dias had just read...the Truth.
I long to run my fingers through it
Your azure mane, tumbling over your
Shoulders like a waterfall
I'd let you play with my scruffy strands
Of flame, if you'd only reach
They don't burn
Opposites we may be, but you fail to
See the bond between us
Oh, if I could rewrite the past, dear heart,
I would
I report; I don't conjure up fantasies
Your cold eyes realize so much, but you
Are still blind
Though on that tragic day you lost those
Close to you, by grace of a miracle you
Were spared
It seems like a curse, I know
Live each day like a gift
For Cecile
You must be strong.