One week later, Sique was free to leave the hospital, and was collected by her parents and taken back to Sailor's Island. She was reluctant about this, but her parents insisted that she had nowhere else to go, and that they were silly for letting her leave home at 15 years old. You didn't let me leave home, Sique thought, I left because I couldn't stand you.
Her right arm's cuts were healing easily, and she no longer needed a bandage around them, although the arm had turned slightly purple with bruising. Her left arm, however, was deeply cut by Vyse's cutlass, and had to be covered up. Sique insisted on taking up her old job at the weapon store, where she helped the large, bald man sell weapons. Quite a few travelling sailors came into the weapons store just to see Sique, and never left empty-handed, for; after meeting her, feared of being eaten. Her tag at Sailor's Island returned to her; beautiful, but deadly.
Sique's bedroom was a nice size. It was decorated with teddy bears and girly items that Sique never found use for. Her mum had been disgusted when Sique had suggested skulls of small creatures as decoration, and her dad had given her an odd look. They didn't know alot of things about Sique. They didn't know that she ate small, passing creatures. They didn't know that she'd worked for a perverted ex-Admiral of the Armada, and they certainly didn't know that she wore a cursed necklace, often spoke to a supposedly dead, maniac silvite, or that she had tried to murder Vyse, who was somewhat an idol at Sailor's Island. Everyone pitied her and thought her weak for her failed battle with small creatures (which was the story that everyone now thought), and it deeply irritated Sique. She wasn't weak. Countless times she felt like screaming, I scarred your idol, you stupid people, how can I be weak when I almost killed Vyse!? But she never did.
Ramirez spoke to her again at least three weeks after the crash, when Sique was starting to get worried about him. She shuddered as she entered the dark place, which brought back horrific memories of solitary, death-like loss. Ramirez appeared infront of her, shaking his head slowly.
'' Ramirez...I'm so sorry that I didn't kill Vyse..'' She was nervous of Ramirez, not sure where she stood with him. Had it been an illusion due to near-death?
Ramirez just continued to shake his head, he then looked up at her, his green-blue eyes sparkling, '' I knew you didn't want to kill him...I knew you were afraid of death...you almost died because of me.''
Sique blinked. Ramirez cared whether she was alive or not? She felt special.
'' You're one of the only people in this world who deserves to live, and you almost died.''
Sique began to cry, '' It was so horrible! I went into this horrid dark place, and I couldn't feel anything, and I screamed and screamed, but I was so lost...'' she didn't tell Ramirez the rest, because he didn't look as though he knew what she was talking about. It had been an illusion. She then muttered quietly, under her breath, '' I wish you weren't dead.''
'' So do I...then I could kill Vyse myself.''
Sique beamed, '' I gave him a scar across his nose.''
Ramirez didn't return the grin she gave him, such petty wounds...but...she'd tried...she'd tried to help him. He looked at her right hand; she'd done that for him. It felt strange. He'd done these things and worse for Lord Galcian, but he'd never had someone look up to him like this before; he'd always been the one looking up. He'd never expected Sique to look up to him with such faithfulness. He'd only expected her to be afraid of him. A small smile crossed his lips as he looked at the adoration in her eyes, but it died quickly as soon as he realised what he was doing.
'' I wish there was a way in which to revive you.''
Ramirez shrugged, '' There's lots of interesting things which can happen to Silvites. But unfortunately, the only source of information killed themselves to stop me destroying the world.''
Sique's eyes turned large and bright with hope and interest, '' You mean there might be a way that you can be...alive!?''
'' Yeah, maybe. Unfortunately, we'll never find out.''
'' Why not?'' Sique was highly optimistic.
'' Because, the only people who know are the silvite elders. And they killed themselves.''
'' Wouldn't Fina know?''
'' I really don't think so, Fina knew very little about Silvites in general until I told her...Besides, I think you may find it difficult to get her to tell you any information that she does know.''
Sique looked down at the 'floor' in a depressed way. Knowing that no-one could see him, Ramirez smiled at her, '' It's ok...It's not that bad here.''
Sique looked up at him disbelivingly, '' You've got to be joking!...I felt what it was like...It's awful..''
'' It's not as bad when I have your emotions to keep me sane.'' He turned away when he said this, but Sique was smiling warmly.
He put out his left hand, touching the silver crystal, Sique smiled, '' My name's Sique.'' She said, and waved as everything went familiarly black.
Her right arm's cuts were healing easily, and she no longer needed a bandage around them, although the arm had turned slightly purple with bruising. Her left arm, however, was deeply cut by Vyse's cutlass, and had to be covered up. Sique insisted on taking up her old job at the weapon store, where she helped the large, bald man sell weapons. Quite a few travelling sailors came into the weapons store just to see Sique, and never left empty-handed, for; after meeting her, feared of being eaten. Her tag at Sailor's Island returned to her; beautiful, but deadly.
Sique's bedroom was a nice size. It was decorated with teddy bears and girly items that Sique never found use for. Her mum had been disgusted when Sique had suggested skulls of small creatures as decoration, and her dad had given her an odd look. They didn't know alot of things about Sique. They didn't know that she ate small, passing creatures. They didn't know that she'd worked for a perverted ex-Admiral of the Armada, and they certainly didn't know that she wore a cursed necklace, often spoke to a supposedly dead, maniac silvite, or that she had tried to murder Vyse, who was somewhat an idol at Sailor's Island. Everyone pitied her and thought her weak for her failed battle with small creatures (which was the story that everyone now thought), and it deeply irritated Sique. She wasn't weak. Countless times she felt like screaming, I scarred your idol, you stupid people, how can I be weak when I almost killed Vyse!? But she never did.
Ramirez spoke to her again at least three weeks after the crash, when Sique was starting to get worried about him. She shuddered as she entered the dark place, which brought back horrific memories of solitary, death-like loss. Ramirez appeared infront of her, shaking his head slowly.
'' Ramirez...I'm so sorry that I didn't kill Vyse..'' She was nervous of Ramirez, not sure where she stood with him. Had it been an illusion due to near-death?
Ramirez just continued to shake his head, he then looked up at her, his green-blue eyes sparkling, '' I knew you didn't want to kill him...I knew you were afraid of death...you almost died because of me.''
Sique blinked. Ramirez cared whether she was alive or not? She felt special.
'' You're one of the only people in this world who deserves to live, and you almost died.''
Sique began to cry, '' It was so horrible! I went into this horrid dark place, and I couldn't feel anything, and I screamed and screamed, but I was so lost...'' she didn't tell Ramirez the rest, because he didn't look as though he knew what she was talking about. It had been an illusion. She then muttered quietly, under her breath, '' I wish you weren't dead.''
'' So do I...then I could kill Vyse myself.''
Sique beamed, '' I gave him a scar across his nose.''
Ramirez didn't return the grin she gave him, such petty wounds...but...she'd tried...she'd tried to help him. He looked at her right hand; she'd done that for him. It felt strange. He'd done these things and worse for Lord Galcian, but he'd never had someone look up to him like this before; he'd always been the one looking up. He'd never expected Sique to look up to him with such faithfulness. He'd only expected her to be afraid of him. A small smile crossed his lips as he looked at the adoration in her eyes, but it died quickly as soon as he realised what he was doing.
'' I wish there was a way in which to revive you.''
Ramirez shrugged, '' There's lots of interesting things which can happen to Silvites. But unfortunately, the only source of information killed themselves to stop me destroying the world.''
Sique's eyes turned large and bright with hope and interest, '' You mean there might be a way that you can be...alive!?''
'' Yeah, maybe. Unfortunately, we'll never find out.''
'' Why not?'' Sique was highly optimistic.
'' Because, the only people who know are the silvite elders. And they killed themselves.''
'' Wouldn't Fina know?''
'' I really don't think so, Fina knew very little about Silvites in general until I told her...Besides, I think you may find it difficult to get her to tell you any information that she does know.''
Sique looked down at the 'floor' in a depressed way. Knowing that no-one could see him, Ramirez smiled at her, '' It's ok...It's not that bad here.''
Sique looked up at him disbelivingly, '' You've got to be joking!...I felt what it was like...It's awful..''
'' It's not as bad when I have your emotions to keep me sane.'' He turned away when he said this, but Sique was smiling warmly.
He put out his left hand, touching the silver crystal, Sique smiled, '' My name's Sique.'' She said, and waved as everything went familiarly black.