Chapter 4 – A long awaited conversation
Finally getting a grip on myself, I managed to walk further into the room and dismiss the guards. I thought about disconnecting the cameras, but decided that would just draw more unwanted attention.
I double-checked we were alone before I spoke. "Guide?" I couldn't help but frown as I said his name. I said it like a question, like I was unsure, but I knew it was him.
"Arcaeda." He replied; his deep, resonating voice music to my soul. I loved they way he spoke my name, the emphasis he place over the different sounds.
"I don't even know what to say, or where to begin… Why would you let them take me with them? Why didn't you say anything, or try to contact me? Do you even care? At all?" Before I knew I had rambled out a list of questions that had been playing on my mind. Obviously I did know what to say; unfortunately it made me sound pathetic, weak and doubtful.
He stared at me for sometime, piercing me with his firm gaze. "Of course I care. Which is not easy for me. Our relationship may be a complicated one, but I had always thought my…" He tilted his head and swayed it to the left, struggling to get the next word out. "Feelings…" He paused again, trying to get the taste of the word off his tongue. "For you were clear and understood."
"I've missed you so much, I've…but you just stand there, seemingly calm, like…I know that's just how Wraith are, I know I shouldn't expect…" I stumbled over my words. Rationally I knew I shouldn't expect much from him, unless the feeling was anger, he generally did his best not to show it. Emotions weren't really a big thing amongst the Wraith, especially 'soft' emotions. He struggled with those.
However, I simply couldn't help but feel hurt. His lack of emotion was like a slap in the face, but I knew that wasn't the reality of the situation.
"You too, were missed." He replied. "I was not in the best state when Sheppard left me on that planet, nor did it seem like a good idea to keep you with me. I could not guarantee your safety with my current unforeseen status." As always his reasoning was sound. How could I argue that he should have done something differently?
"I was really missed?"
"Yes." He held my gaze as he replied, letting the depths of his speak greater volumes than his words.
"…Do you love me?" My heart stopped briefly, fearing the answer, or possible lack of response.
He continued looking deeply into my eyes, while walking closer to the side of the cell. He stopped at wall and held my gaze, beckoning me closer. I slowly made my way to him; we were as close as we could be with these bars between us. "Yes, I love you." He spoke the words without hesitation; he made sure that he delivered them with strength, passion, and resolution. He wanted me to know that he meant them, with every fiber of his being.
I couldn't help but smile when I heard those words.