Black Feather: Episode L
"Silent Reconciliation"
Global Cortex Surface Base GCWC-SB/02
10:12 p.m., 03/23
"Nice night, isn't it?" Qastor walked out of the cafeteria to the adjoining balcony. He stood a distance from Malirant, who leaned on the Roman-esque railing, gazing deeply into the far calling ocean. The night air was fresh, crisp, and breezy. Qastor noticed the absence of a reply. He glimpsed at Malirant, stolid and silent. "Is there something wrong?"
For the first time, Malirant replied with a nod.
"Look, I'm sorry for... thrashing your AC... but you attacked first, okay!?"
Silence...
"It's as if I had a choice!"
Silence...
"Is this how you act to your best friend!?"
Silence...
"Speak, damnit!!"
Silence...
Frustrated, Qastor turned away with exasperation. After all he's been through, he wasn't sure if he could add betrayal to the list of events. He folded his arms across each other and leaned on the rail, resting his forehead on them. Lights from the cafeteria switched off.
An intense moment of inactivity and thought trudged by. In his mind, Qastor couldn't find anyone else to blame but Qain. But, then again he thought, he could always blame Sphere. His inner war rages on...
"It's not like I enjoyed fighting you, alright?" Qastor decided to break the silence. "So much has happened lately. I... I just don't know who to trust anymore..." He felt some of the weight released from his shoulders.
Malirant finally moved. He gave Qastor a familiar pat on the shoulder. He wasn't as strong as he used to be. This thought saddened Qastor.
"Malirant... Why can't you speak to me?" Qastor looked at Malirant, who replied with a slicing motion across his throat. "You..."
He nodded. Qastor knew it then, and struck the rail with his left fist. Malirant's voice was permanently lost.
It pained Malirant to have to converse like this, for he had much to tell also. What he went through was something he wanted to share with Qastor, but without a voice, Malirant took great dolor in seeing Qastor react the way he was at the moment. He took a deep breath and moved his eyes about the black dotted canvas of a sky.
In truth, it was an extreme rarity that Qastor would ever cry in his life, but this was just one of those times. He held his heavy tears back, and attempted to hide them from Malirant by digging his face in his folded arms. Malirant realized this inconspicuously, but dared not to comfort his friend. He knew Qastor had an insane amount of emotions pent up in his mind, and that Qastor should let out what comes. There are times when a person has to cry to move on. A sort of dissociation perhaps, but Malirant put that thought to rest.
Iris stood in the shadows of the cafeteria, near the wide glass door to the balcony, and having watched and heard everything that happened, crying was inevitable.
Heroes and heroines are perhaps the loneliest people to ever dwell the world.
"Silent Reconciliation"
Global Cortex Surface Base GCWC-SB/02
10:12 p.m., 03/23
"Nice night, isn't it?" Qastor walked out of the cafeteria to the adjoining balcony. He stood a distance from Malirant, who leaned on the Roman-esque railing, gazing deeply into the far calling ocean. The night air was fresh, crisp, and breezy. Qastor noticed the absence of a reply. He glimpsed at Malirant, stolid and silent. "Is there something wrong?"
For the first time, Malirant replied with a nod.
"Look, I'm sorry for... thrashing your AC... but you attacked first, okay!?"
Silence...
"It's as if I had a choice!"
Silence...
"Is this how you act to your best friend!?"
Silence...
"Speak, damnit!!"
Silence...
Frustrated, Qastor turned away with exasperation. After all he's been through, he wasn't sure if he could add betrayal to the list of events. He folded his arms across each other and leaned on the rail, resting his forehead on them. Lights from the cafeteria switched off.
An intense moment of inactivity and thought trudged by. In his mind, Qastor couldn't find anyone else to blame but Qain. But, then again he thought, he could always blame Sphere. His inner war rages on...
"It's not like I enjoyed fighting you, alright?" Qastor decided to break the silence. "So much has happened lately. I... I just don't know who to trust anymore..." He felt some of the weight released from his shoulders.
Malirant finally moved. He gave Qastor a familiar pat on the shoulder. He wasn't as strong as he used to be. This thought saddened Qastor.
"Malirant... Why can't you speak to me?" Qastor looked at Malirant, who replied with a slicing motion across his throat. "You..."
He nodded. Qastor knew it then, and struck the rail with his left fist. Malirant's voice was permanently lost.
It pained Malirant to have to converse like this, for he had much to tell also. What he went through was something he wanted to share with Qastor, but without a voice, Malirant took great dolor in seeing Qastor react the way he was at the moment. He took a deep breath and moved his eyes about the black dotted canvas of a sky.
In truth, it was an extreme rarity that Qastor would ever cry in his life, but this was just one of those times. He held his heavy tears back, and attempted to hide them from Malirant by digging his face in his folded arms. Malirant realized this inconspicuously, but dared not to comfort his friend. He knew Qastor had an insane amount of emotions pent up in his mind, and that Qastor should let out what comes. There are times when a person has to cry to move on. A sort of dissociation perhaps, but Malirant put that thought to rest.
Iris stood in the shadows of the cafeteria, near the wide glass door to the balcony, and having watched and heard everything that happened, crying was inevitable.
Heroes and heroines are perhaps the loneliest people to ever dwell the world.