Reflections
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"...Allelujah." The silver-tongued voice echoed, a line of smooth jaw caught unexpectedly in a window. The sliver of his face, refracted prism-like back into his eye.
Lockon was looking at him, almost a question in his Irish eyes and again he never knew whether he—the other he—had spoken aloud. It could just as easily been the sudden thought that affected his physical reflexes, a tremble of surprise, the reaction to his attention now elsewhere. They all moved on, and the window fell behind.
"You're still in control, Allelujah," he laughed, his resonance sounding like a sigh. It whispered, windswept and wild through his mind.
Allelujah didn't talk back—he couldn't, not with the other pilot, green-suited and green eyes still following his own green-black hair swinging over a hidden eye, color unknown. He wondered.
"It's natural, you know, for us." Serious now, although the smile seemed part of his separateness, unable to secede from his voice. Permanent proof that there were two personas. "You can hear it—the difference between the inner and the outer worlds."
He understood what was meant, but didn't believe it. Listening to whispers, another question lingered, echoing down the corridors of synapses.
"We're both true. You only want to think so because we spend more time this way. You're just as real as me, Allelujah."
It was true. People only saw a single silvered eye, the other hiding in shadows. But why from that darkness could the self command and understand more easily?
"Stop worrying about it already, Allelujah. I already told you didn't I? We're both true." Annoyed, irritated at the repetition, replication, duplication. Allelujah sank away, his doubts weighing him down.
"You want to get something to eat?" Lockon, floating just outside the mess hall, their body next to his.
"Yeah, sounds good." His voice reverberated in his ear, the pulse of language pounding through his jaw. "Who knows when the next mission will start?"
A smile from without on a broader face. "Better get our energy while we can, eh Allelujah?"
"Exactly," he replied. They entered, taking trays, and sidling along the plexiglass shields, food below and faces above. It reflected.
"You're still thinking about it."
A piece of chicken, potatoes. Sometimes he debated becoming a vegetarian.
"You can talk to me when others are around." The sound of derision and the knowledge that one was better than the other. He was inhuman.
"Superhuman, Allelujah." The voice said pointedly. "And you do too know how. You're nearly doing it right now."
A pause. But how? How?
"You think too much, too many, at the same time. Relax, be clear, be concise." Patient, as he almost never was.
A deep breath, oxygen floating in, both eyes wanting to close and simply enjoying being alive. The sun and the moon both waning, gently giving in to the impenetrable darkness. Restoring, rejuvenating, replenishing the reflections. They opened their eyes and in a dazzling flicker of clarity, they saw wholly as one.
"I don't doubt anymore," he said.
"What was that?" A simple comment, quick question, and the moment vanished.
A smirk and an honest laugh. "Now you just need the practice, Allelujah. I'll let you take care of that slip now." The face didn't disappear from the fake glass, but it was no longer his reflection.
"Allelujah? What did you just say?" Still curious, but not terribly interested.
"Ah, nothing," he responded to the outside world. "I was just thinking aloud."
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Okay, another little drabble. Please leave a quick comment if you want. I'm thinking of a few more of these because they're quick and fun for me. Let me know if you think I should continue. XD
