K Kai
R Rei
R: What is it that makes you go back time after time?
I've often wondered.
Why do you leave just when we start to accept and understand you?
Or maybe that's the reason.
Maybe you don't want us to understand.
I can never work it out.
Maybe you could spell it out for me?
K:
Spell what out?
You're not making sense.
Don't write if you're only going to waste my time.
R:
I saw you yesterday at the stadium.
You were arguing with Tala.
If you don't like them, why go back to them?
K:
Sometimes what you think you see is wrong.
And I would appreciate it if you didn't spy on me.
R:
I only want to understand what you won't explain.
You were with them again today.
None of you spoke,
Except for harsh words spat at each other.
What is there for you with them?
K:
Russian is a harsh language.
We are a harsh people.
R:
Why do you go back, Kai?
What reason do you have?
There is a road that leads you back, Kai.
I want to know why it does.
K:
The road that leads me back is my heritage.
My people.
My heart.
R:
Is the heart for your country, your people, or yourself?
Where does your heart lead you?
K:
Where it always has.
Back into his arms.
R: Whose arms?
K:
You've been watching, but you haven't noticed?
Maybe we hide it too well.
R:
I've been watching.
But I still don't see an answer.
Who is 'he'?
What is it about him that leads you back?
If you love him, why don't you show it?
K:
If we showed it we would die.
It's that simple.
So we hide.
All of us do.
If you hide your heart they forget you have one,
And then they can't break it.
R: But you all seem to hate each other...
K: Sometimes the one you hate most of all is the one you really need.
R:
I've been watching, and I think I know.
I saw you yelling at each other today,
But you had nothing but love in your eyes.
It's Tala, isn't it?
K:
Yes.
I love him.
He is the road that leads me back.
There could be no other.
fin
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