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TEELA'S TEAR By goddess-eva
After the battle, heading back to G.I.S in my Goddess, I try to calm my sisters. I know, I say to them, I feel her pain too. Poor Heltage... But we must go on. We must wait. The next will make everything right. With that I step onto the platform in the station, to hear the news from Tune that I have already seen with my own eyes: "The Pilot is dead. I'm giving priority to fixing Luhma Klein!" I nod. I can't even give them time to grieve; time is of the essence, and another swarm is on the way. The choice is mine alone. I tell them that I will put in another request for a Pilot for Luhma Klein Immediately, giving Tune the go-ahead to begin repairs. Before I leave, I can see it in their eyes: they think I'm cold.
Gareas is heading towards me, full of anger. And so I tell them that Victim
won't wait for us. I leave them to mourn until it is time for the next battle to begin -- a time that will come too soon, I fear. Everyone is paying their respect to Ernest, and it must seem cruel that I cannot do that now. But there is also someone else who must be comforted. I feel her hurt and know that she wants to cry. Heltage, my sister, I know you grieve and I understand your pain, I tell her. Ernest was a fine soldier, beautiful and the gentlest of creatures as well. I know what these children do isn't fair, but we must protect Zion for the future. It is difficult for me to say, but I add, Don't cry, because this isn't the end. There will be others. As I told her this, something slipped from one of my eyes, watery and salty. A tear, I think they call it.
In the corner, a silent Yu watched the scene between Luhma Klein and I, and he must have seen the only tear I have ever cried. Without saying anything further, I turned and left. Victim is near, and on this sad day, we still have to fight.
TEELA'S TEAR By goddess-eva
After the battle, heading back to G.I.S in my Goddess, I try to calm my sisters. I know, I say to them, I feel her pain too. Poor Heltage... But we must go on. We must wait. The next will make everything right. With that I step onto the platform in the station, to hear the news from Tune that I have already seen with my own eyes: "The Pilot is dead. I'm giving priority to fixing Luhma Klein!" I nod. I can't even give them time to grieve; time is of the essence, and another swarm is on the way. The choice is mine alone. I tell them that I will put in another request for a Pilot for Luhma Klein Immediately, giving Tune the go-ahead to begin repairs. Before I leave, I can see it in their eyes: they think I'm cold.
Gareas is heading towards me, full of anger. And so I tell them that Victim
won't wait for us. I leave them to mourn until it is time for the next battle to begin -- a time that will come too soon, I fear. Everyone is paying their respect to Ernest, and it must seem cruel that I cannot do that now. But there is also someone else who must be comforted. I feel her hurt and know that she wants to cry. Heltage, my sister, I know you grieve and I understand your pain, I tell her. Ernest was a fine soldier, beautiful and the gentlest of creatures as well. I know what these children do isn't fair, but we must protect Zion for the future. It is difficult for me to say, but I add, Don't cry, because this isn't the end. There will be others. As I told her this, something slipped from one of my eyes, watery and salty. A tear, I think they call it.
In the corner, a silent Yu watched the scene between Luhma Klein and I, and he must have seen the only tear I have ever cried. Without saying anything further, I turned and left. Victim is near, and on this sad day, we still have to fight.