(The poem that Tate is thinking of is one that I wrote, called "The Day the Magpie Cried"...I dunno why...but I felt that those lines were a good thing to quote at the time)
~Tate's memories ~
Exile's handsome human face was seen looking into a tank. "What's this one called," he asked someone that wasn't visible to the viewer. "That is Tate..." Busuzima's voice replied, "He's clone 004." "Humph..." Exile grunted as he shook his head, "these clones...they are so...an unoriginal idea..." "Who cares about original," Busuzima croaked, "all I want is lethal and loyal." "So where does that artificial girl come in," Exile asked, "she's not...how you say...violent?"
"She's just a test of the zonathrope's capabilities to use healing abilities," he answered, "not my idea, but she is NICE to have around!" Busuzima's voice and face seemed twisted in the most horrible fashions as he said that, and Exile looked shocked, disturbed, and disgusted. Later on the walked out and Sulia's face was seen looking into the tank. The tank, of course, was the one Tate came to life in.
As she looked in at him he felt so calm and peaceful...as if a cloud had washed over him. His first true thoughts were that he was happy to see a good face... Especially, one so serene and beautiful... After that he didn't seem to have many thoughts of his own. Busuzima planted every thing into his mind, and all that still nagged at him was the fact that he wanted to be with Uriko. He wanted to do all the things that Kenji had most likely done, or wanted to do. He ached for Uriko and didn't understand why.
~In the present~
He knew it would never be. He also knew it was probably another thing implanted into his mind by Busuzima, and he'd probably get over the nagging longing some day. If he didn't he may as well disappear from existence. However, there was another side to his thinking. He didn't quite understand, but he knew something was wrong with him.
He couldn't let Sulia be there to face Busuzima's disgusting wrath ever again. He couldn't let Sulia be all by herself anymore. He couldn't let Sulia waste her life on people that might not care, or would kill themselves anyway. He couldn't let Sulia hide from the rest of the world. Most of all, he couldn't let Sulia go without someone who might understand. He would drag Sulia out if he had to; Busuzima was no master to live to serve for. Tate planned to stop this, as his first duty to feel more like a true human.
He arrived in the lab and searched to find it a bit empty. Except for some departing prisoners that'd been freed, Sulia was nowhere to be found. Tate kicked at the ground and cursed at himself, as the lab began crumbling down from the assaults of the freed experiments. (Alas, all is gone...All is dead...and All is done...) Tate remembered some lines from a poem in his mind. He watched his birthplace fall, all the freed people fled, nearly making it resemble a forest fire, save that those escaping were happy. (I guess I was too late) he thought, as he went to rejoin Uriko and Kenji.
~Tate's memories ~
Exile's handsome human face was seen looking into a tank. "What's this one called," he asked someone that wasn't visible to the viewer. "That is Tate..." Busuzima's voice replied, "He's clone 004." "Humph..." Exile grunted as he shook his head, "these clones...they are so...an unoriginal idea..." "Who cares about original," Busuzima croaked, "all I want is lethal and loyal." "So where does that artificial girl come in," Exile asked, "she's not...how you say...violent?"
"She's just a test of the zonathrope's capabilities to use healing abilities," he answered, "not my idea, but she is NICE to have around!" Busuzima's voice and face seemed twisted in the most horrible fashions as he said that, and Exile looked shocked, disturbed, and disgusted. Later on the walked out and Sulia's face was seen looking into the tank. The tank, of course, was the one Tate came to life in.
As she looked in at him he felt so calm and peaceful...as if a cloud had washed over him. His first true thoughts were that he was happy to see a good face... Especially, one so serene and beautiful... After that he didn't seem to have many thoughts of his own. Busuzima planted every thing into his mind, and all that still nagged at him was the fact that he wanted to be with Uriko. He wanted to do all the things that Kenji had most likely done, or wanted to do. He ached for Uriko and didn't understand why.
~In the present~
He knew it would never be. He also knew it was probably another thing implanted into his mind by Busuzima, and he'd probably get over the nagging longing some day. If he didn't he may as well disappear from existence. However, there was another side to his thinking. He didn't quite understand, but he knew something was wrong with him.
He couldn't let Sulia be there to face Busuzima's disgusting wrath ever again. He couldn't let Sulia be all by herself anymore. He couldn't let Sulia waste her life on people that might not care, or would kill themselves anyway. He couldn't let Sulia hide from the rest of the world. Most of all, he couldn't let Sulia go without someone who might understand. He would drag Sulia out if he had to; Busuzima was no master to live to serve for. Tate planned to stop this, as his first duty to feel more like a true human.
He arrived in the lab and searched to find it a bit empty. Except for some departing prisoners that'd been freed, Sulia was nowhere to be found. Tate kicked at the ground and cursed at himself, as the lab began crumbling down from the assaults of the freed experiments. (Alas, all is gone...All is dead...and All is done...) Tate remembered some lines from a poem in his mind. He watched his birthplace fall, all the freed people fled, nearly making it resemble a forest fire, save that those escaping were happy. (I guess I was too late) he thought, as he went to rejoin Uriko and Kenji.