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Four Flowers: Flowers For One's Savior
"One to save ten, ten to save a hundred, a hundred to save a thousand."
"Thank you, Commander Binya."
Train closed his eyes as he stood in front of his saviors grave.
Her face as she ordered him and his brothers leave her behind and get out.
It to still haunted him.
It had been almost a week since that day.
"I'm sorry. I never even tried to understand why you did the things you did."
Everyone had been fooled.
They had seen her ice cold eyes watch as people died.
Not shedding a tear.
Focused on the mission at hand.
None of them had understood what she had always said.
"All I ever saw was a self centered padawan who didn't care about the lives of the clones under her command."
A self centered commander who never thought about them clones.
She hadn't ever thought of them.
Her blank face, devoid of grief, sadness, or regret at the sight of his brothers bodies.
Now he realized how wrong they had been.
The commander should have been an actor.
"What did you used to say? One to save ten, ten to save a hundred, a hundred to save a thousand."
He understood what she had meant now.
She had wanted to save as many as she could.
She was willing to let the few die to save the most.
She hadn't seen clones as disposable pawns.
She had seen them as equals.
The commander had scarified her life to save his and his brothers lives.
"I saw you as the cold hearted Commander Binya."
Train realized that the green hair girl wasn't cold.
Now he realized it.
After she had died.
He had been such a fool.
"I never save how much you actually cared."
No one had.
The General might have but no one had truly understood how much.
They had all been blinded by her mask.
They had never seen past it.
"I forgot that you were just a child forced to fight in this damn war."
He remembered her face as she had told them to go.
The cracks in her mask.
Her eyes had been filled with fear, hope, desperation, resignation, hopelessness.
So many others he could could not identify.
She had never seemed so human as she had in that moment.
In that moment he had realized that she was a child.
Despite all of her out facade.
She wasn't even fourteen.
And she was going to die.
They all knew it.
Why hadn't he stopped her?
It would remain one of the things he would forever regret.
"To bad that your death was what opened my eyes."
Why couldn't he have realized sooner?
She had been a child.
Why did he have to really that so late?
"What I'm trying to say is thank you for saving me and my brothers."
He was truly thankful for that.
But he wished that the Commander hadn't.
She had a life ahead of her.
She was going to be a knight.
Now she was dead.
They hadn't even been able to recover her body.
"I'll do my best to save as many lives as I can with the life you died for me to keep."
He owed her that.
Train'd do the best he could to live her ideal for her.
He'd save as many people as he could for her.
His savior.
That green haired child who saved his life.
"Thank you, Commander."
He opened his eyes and left.
The only thing that indicated he was there was the four flowers on the empty grave.
A pink carnation.
Gratitude.
For the sacrifice she made.
For saving his life.
For saving his brothers lives.
For everything she had done for them.
He was so grateful to her.
A pink rose.
Admiration.
He admired her strength.
How she had lived.
Her ideal.
Train admired her.
A white tulip.
Forgiveness.
He begged for her forgiveness.
He could have stopped her.
Train could have saved her.
But he hadn't.
He begged her to forgive him.
And a white rose.
Purity.
A child.
She had been a child.
She had died far to soon.
Purity for the child who had died.
Who's body didn't even rest in the grave that the flowers lay upon.
Ok, I know that there were ten clones but I'm just not at the point where I can do ten at once and I don't want to make a mini chapter for each.
I hope I got the flowers meanings right if I didn't forgive me.
Hope you liked this chapter.
Please review it helps me fight writers block.
Thank you for reviewing the last chapter.
Suggestions for future chapters? preferable serious ones? I still have writers block.
KYR OUT~