27: The difficulties of moving forward

(Disclaimer: Far away dawn belongs to King Records and Bandai)

The few memories
Lingering in my heart
Like fragments of a song
Hang onto yesterday

Seeking for the true future
The lonely traveler wanders

You whose heart screams
Whose eyes stare Who are you
Seal away those dreams and just fight
Faraway dawn

Forgotten is the true face
Beneath this mask
Like the endless darkness
That engulfs everything

The morning embraced by peace
The color of blood that flows in fight

You who search
For the future no one knows Who are you
Blue flames tinge the sky
Faraway dawn

Holding on to an unfulfilled wish
I travel high above the lonely sky

You whose heart screams
Whose eyes stare Who are you
Seal away those dreams and just fight
Faraway dawn

who search
For the future no one knows Who are you
Blue flames tinge the sky
Faraway dawn

(December 25th, A.C. 199; War memorial cemetery; somewhere on the outskirts of the city):

Jin leaned up against the street pole across from a local church, he watched the children of at least six or eight years old, he watched them with curiosity. He examined their tossing snowballs at each other or watching the other children sitting on the stairs rubbing their gloveless hands together and counting the snowflakes as they would fall. Wasn't he like that at one point?

Grinding his teeth he leaned up from off the pole and ventured across the street toward the courtyard, he was beginning to think he 'was' safer in the hospital than he was outside at least in there he could stay warm. Once Jin was across the street he dodged the flying snowballs, walked past the two children sitting on the thick marble stairs, and entered the church through the heavy swinging doors, in which he noted that it looked more modernized than he saw them when he was younger. Shrugging the snow off his shoulders Jin removed the hood from his head before walking forward passing he rows and rows of seats before he headed to the left where he entered through another door, he then found himself inside someone's office.

Jin looked around with curious eyes; there was a desk and a leather chair, naturally, a rug beneath him two shelves on his right, a table lamp beside on the left, four rows of clay pottery below the desk in front of him and a picture framed on the table. Intrigued he walked toward the desk and picked the picture up off the table. A woman dressed in long skirt and a blouse, stood behind her small daughter that held her fingers in a tight grasp while smiling, his brow wrinkled at the familiarity he sensed from the picture before dropping the picture frame on the desk.

His head was beginning to hurt again. "Excuse me young girl, can I help you?" Jin turned abruptly his fingers messaging his temple, his onyx blue eyes fell upon a tall woman wearing that same blue blouse and skirt except this time she was wearing a crescent shaped object around her neck on a chain, a diamond ring, and earrings that shimmered in the candle light. She looked utterly surprised when she saw his face, she woman began to turn red obviously embarrassed she had not noticed he was in fact a boy. "Forgive me, my eyes aren't what they used to be," The woman said nervously. Jin stared at her for minute longer before he responded to her question. "I-I uh- I was wondering if you knew where I could find the graveyard where everyone that was involved in the war was," Jin said hesitantly.

The woman smiled as she looked him over one more time Jin was beginning to think the woman was blind. He watched her stride toward him she past him and headed over to the shelf. "My name is Charlotte Micken, what's yours?" The woman asked searching her books. "Jin," The 13-year-old responded quietly. There was an intrigued hum from the woman as she pulled a book from her shelf, she lowered herself from standing on her tiptoes and turned to face the young man then began to read the book. "The War memorial cemetery, right?" Jin nodded a slight trace of hopefulness in his eyes. Charlotte began to scan the page once more before looking up at the young man in question, Jin sensed he was going to be asked why he wanted to know. He decided answering her before she even asked. "I'm looking for my mother and father... Rei and Taku Toshino... have you heard of them?" He said almost too quietly.

Charlotte eyebrows arched in slight question before she shook her head 'no,' there was a slight look of disappointment in his face but Jin nodded all the same. Charlotte bounced from her place over to her desk where she picked up a pad and a pencil and began writing something down, Jin began to feel crowded inside the room and wondered how long it would be before the woman gave him the information he sought when Charlotte turned and extended her hand holding a piece of paper in "These are the directions to the graveyard, I'm not sure its open this time of night but...," Charlotte paused, Jin groaned and removed the paper from her hand then briskly left the room. "Gook luck!" Charlotte cried. Jin waved briefly before vanishing around the corner.

Jin wandered through the cemetery hugging himself to keep the fleeting heat from his body from escaping, his hood hid his face as he trampled through the snow that steadily grew in size upon the ground it was now up to his ankles. He surely hopped he could find what he was looking for before the snow was up to his ears. Jin smiled ruefully at the thought of snow reaching that impossible height as he stopped beside another tombstone and kneeled down, looking back he realized just how long he had been walking. The entrance of the gate in which his scaled over was not a great distance away from his current position, the gate almost seemed nonexistent but he knew it was still there and he was not that far from it.

Shaking the snow that had fallen upon his jacket off his shoulders the young man extended his bare hand over to the tombstone. His limbs trembled everytime he lowered himself to the cold ground to wipe a tombstone covered in snow, it was like his subconsciousness was almost hoping he didn't find his parents names carved on the stone, he hoped the people at the hospital were lying to him about the colony (whichever one that was) and he was simply lost and his parents were looking for him. As he cleaned the front of the tombstone clean of snow he began to feel his heart race with every inch of snow that fell to the ground and once the stone was completely uncovered Jin almost bit his tongue involuntarily. Here lie Professor Rei and her husband Taku Toshino- D.O.B.: Unknown; Death A.C. 194.

Jin could feel his body go numb and the tears he had been holding back falling down as if they had a will of their own, he gritted his teeth feeling a sob rising inside of his chest, he brought his hands up to his head and clutched his hair out of pure fury. The wind blew harshly around him as if to tease or mock him in his current time of plight, he his chin quivered before he finally started crying. "You're really gone... ," He sobbed. For once in his life Jin left that there was not a word or thing he could to bring himself to stop the oncoming emotion he felt, Jin fell to his knees sobbing so loudly there was a part of him that was worried that someone that worked at the graveyard would hear him.

All he wanted to do was go home, to be loved by his parents and be reassured by them that everything would be okay, but they couldn't and that's what hurt him the most. "Why'd you go away? What did I do to deserve loosing you?" He sobbed until his throat was raw with pain and he barely utter a word. And so there he laid; on the ground in the snow Jin didn't feel like moving a muscle in his body. With blood shot eyes he stared up at he cloudless sky above him blinking out of reflex when snowflakes made contact with his eyes and face, his body still trembling from his crying episode Jin climbed off the ground never bothering to brush the snow off his body, he simply began to run in one direction.

He dashed across the graveyard grounds knocking over hidden flower pots in the process until he reached a low fence in which he leapt over with ease tumbling to the ground, everyone that was walking down the sidewalk he had fallen on looked in his direction all of them strange looks, the 13-year-old ignored them as he climbed back up on his feet and resumed running across the street and through traffic. Cars stopped in his wake, their drivers fearing they would hit the young man, Jin ignored them and leaping back on the sidewalk he dashed down the walkway as fast as he could. Give me some sort of reason as to why I shouldn't kill myself? One reason...

(Maxwell/Schbeiker residence, December 26, 6:00am):

Hilde stood on a stool over the counter rummaging through the crowed cabinet for the medicine the doctor had given her, the track lights above her began to flicker. Hilde ignored them for several minutes before noticing their pattering was that of morse code. Pulling her head out from behind the cabinet door she peered down at Heero who was leaning up against frame of the kitchen entrance a crutch underneath his armpit with his hand on the light switch, he looked tired and worn out indicating he had not gone to sleep like Hilde had advised him to.

Frowning the young girl leaned away from the cabinet and began to climb down from off the stool. Making her way over to Heero Hilde asked, "What's the matter Heero, can't sleep?" Heero shook his head as he pushed away from the frame of the door and hobbled over to the makeshift bed otherwise known as a couch, Hilde followed him into the small living room curious to know why he decided to bother to play with the lights at such a time.

She watched Heero lower himself to the cushioned couch with some difficulty before finally falling onto it, Hilde winced slight when she noticed Heero had reached for his injured leg automatically. The doctor had discharged them after speaking to Relena and Herself, they were questioned on their ability (as well as their age) to care for the two injured young men lying the hospital beds next-door from each other, Hilde declared that she could take care of both young men without any assistance and there would no problem at all, Duo diagreeed but couldn't do much. Noin headed back to Preventers HQ upon hearing this, she had to give Une a report on the mission anyway.

The doctor had problems with agreeing with Hilde's bold move to volunteer as a caretaker for Duo and Heero but after a simple word of confidence in Hilde's abilities from Relena Darlain herself, the doctor decided that he would concur to Hilde's declaration and discharged the two of them. They all returned to the cabin to retrieve their stuff, Trowa and Quatre were the first ones to notice that Wufei and Jin's belongings were missing in the bedrooms they shared with Trowa and Mariemaia. Relena was worried about the well-being of Jin but Heero brushed it off stating the younger boy was acting recklessly stating that they shouldn't worry about him in the least.

Hilde noticed the resentment in Heero's words as she packed her and Duo's belongings, she began to sense a sort of tension between Relena and Heero when it came to the subject of Jin; one hated him the other didn't, Hilde knew this wasn't going to settle with either of them. After gathering all of their things (and snatching a few items from the kitchen) they all headed to the train station; Quatre helped Duo out of the van they had hitched a ride from and across the train station because the braided 17-year-old was under the influence of a sedative given to him by a doctor. Duo stumbled into boarding area, Heero had decided to deal with the pain instead of being drugged by doctors.

Once they were all in the boarding station everyone boarded the train where Pegan and Dido were waiting for them, Mariemaia took refuge in her friend trying her best not to cry in front of her. Trowa sat with Catherine with Ryuusei setting on his lap, Quatre sat beside Dorothy, Hilde sat beside Relena and Duo sat beside Heero much to both of their disappointment. It was obvious neither of them wanted to beside each other while in their present state, Hilde felt sorry for both of them. Pegan sat someplace where he could keep an eye on Relena.

Everyone was silent on the travel back home, Hilde would sometimes hear Duo whispering to Heero who repeatedly told him to leave him alone. Once the trip back was over Trowa, Catherine (Ryuusei), Quatre and Dorothy headed off in one direction to find themselves a hotel to stay in until they were ready to head back to space, Dido and Mariemaia went with Lady Une who was patiently awaiting their arrival, Relena left with Pegan with not a word spoken between her of Heero, and Hilde took the two injured ex-pilots to her and Duo's home. Hilde felt as though it was so long ago that all of this had happened but really it was only a span of two days ago. Heero looked up at Hilde with an inquiring gleam in his Prussian blue eyes, clearing his throat Heero threw his injured leg up on the arm of the couch swallowing a cry of pain.

He rested his head against the thick pillow covering himself up with his heavy down comforter and flannel sheet. "I doubt you heard a word I said, Hilde," He uttered to himself. Hilde pulled herself out of her trance of thought long enough to question what Heero had meant, Heero narrowed his eyes at Hilde's perplexed face before raising her arm to point at the bedroom door Duo was currently occupying. Hilde stared at the door for a moment then returned her gaze back to Heero. "I don't get it Heero, what about the bedroom?" She said. Heero scowled, Hilde was totally oblivious to what had happened while she had her head in the cabinet.

"I was lying on the couch when I heard a thump in Duo's bedroom, I got up and called to you but you didn't respond, so I started to turn the light on and off. I've been trying to tell you to go and check on Duo's bedroom the entire time you were spaced out beside me," He said angrily before closing his eyes. Hilde went red in the face before she dashed off toward the bedroom door. She grasped the door knob and entered the bedroom. The table lamp was on when she entered, Duo was lying on his back. His casted arm was hanging over the side of the bed and below it was a book lying on its pages (The left arm was broken, the right hand was fractured).

Duo was obviously fast asleep. Hilde tiptoed over to the right side of the bed she kneeled down in front of Duo's right arm hanging over the edge of the bed and picked the book up from off the floor, closing it. Her eyes averted to the black hardcover, its title was Grapes of Wrath; John Stineback, Hilde's eyes widened in a strange sort of bewilderment. "Duo reads this stuff?" She whispered to herself. She stole a glance up at what she could see of Duo's hair sticking up into view then arose to her feet. "I never would've guessed." Softly she placed Duo's arm back into the bed and then moved over to the left side of the bed where she sat the book down onto the table. As Hilde turned to leave the room she heard Duo shift in his sleep but thought of it as nothing but simple unconscious reflexes during slumber and continued on her way out of the room.

"Hey, you leaving already?" Hilde stopped in her tracks as her hand touched the knob, turning around she met Duo's tired coalbolt eyes, he looked happy to see her despite the sullen look on his face. "Do you want me to stay?" Hilde asked nervously. Duo looked up at the ceiling for a moment then back at Hilde's uncertain expression, he nodded finally. "Yeah I think I would like that," He said quietly. Obliging to his response Hilde moved over to the right side of the bed and sat down beside him, Duo smiled wearily. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything for Christmas," He whispered quietly drifting into sleep. Hilde giggled brushing her thick bangs out of her face, she place her hand on Duo's forearm. "It's okay Duo, you being alive is the best thing you can offer me," Hilde said playfully wrapping her fingers against his arm.

The American young man began to chuckle at the tickling sensation on his arm. Hilde laid down below his arm resting her head against his torso, Duo shifted in his place slightly trying to make himself comfortable. "How's Heero?" He mumbled. "He's all right, although he's been acting very 'out of his mind,' you know; as if though he weren't here?" She explained placing her hand on his wrist. Duo nodded in response knowing how Heero was feeling to a certain extent, he was still recovering from their previous engagements. He knew Heero was probably having trouble going to sleep on such a night such as this probably because he was wondering on the whereabouts of Jin as he was, there was five inches of snow outside of their house and with Jin outside wandering about (or he assumed), the boy was bound to die on his feet.

Then again there was Relena to consider as well; Since he was worried about other things on the way back to Japan, Duo really never paid much attention to distance between Relena and Heero until Hilde explained the assumed predicament to him; Heero appeared to be at odds with the Vice minister about a certain subject. When Duo tried to get Heero's side of the story as to why the ripple was that formed between he and the honey blonde appeared Heero simply replied "Leave me alone Duo," And returned to staring out of the train's window. But he really didn't need a response from Heero know what Hilde told him was the truth.

The 17-year-old glanced at Relena who was staring in their direction before noticing she had been caught by Duo's intent stare, the almost upset expression playing on Relena's face was enough proof for him. As he prepared himself to go to sleep Duo felt Hilde shift uneasily in her place resting her head on his stomach, he winced at the momentary pain in his left side. "Duo, I know your tired but I've been meaning to ask you something," Hilde turned her head to meet the American's curious eyes. "Ask me something?" He repeated. Hilde nodded in response. Duo eyed the German girl in suspicion sensing the apprehension in her voice, wondering what could she possibly have to ask him that had to so uptight and unsure to talk to him outwardly about it. Duo shrugged, his way of saying he didn't care but Hilde didn't get that message and continued with her apprehensive demeanor.

"But what I'm about to ask may have you wanting to talk about some other time...," Hilde stopped in her tracks when she felt him groan. "Hilde its okay, you can tell me," He said exasperatedly. Hilde felt her cheeks burning she felt foolish and ashamed for what she was about to ask Duo but she had to get it off her chest before it began to eat at her conscience. "A while back you said Solo. I was wondering what it meant, " Hilde said quietly. Duo's jaw shifted slightly remembering that he had mentioned his long passed friend's name, but he never paid it any mind until Hilde reminded him just now; he was hoping she hadn't heard him.

Sighing Duo moved his arm toward him then pushed himself up into a sitting position with his right arm, he stared into Hilde's aquamarine eyes swallowing roughly each time she blinked at him revealing more and more worry. "He was- a friend of mine back when I was younger- an orphan on L2. He took care of me and the other kids that were with him. I looked up to him a lot until he got sick. I had to take his place, I tired to save him but when I came back with medicine that would make him better, he was already too far gone to be saved. He died and I took care of everyone until we were taken into a church," Duo stared straight into the depths of Hilde's aquamarine eyes, a very faint expression of sorrow reflecting her eyes. Hilde looked down at his casted hand blinking back tears.

"I'm sorry," She whispered. Duo gave her an affectionate grin resting his forehead against hers. "Don't be. It was a long time ago; I can't be sad anymore, I have to move on and try to make things better for my life. Its what he would want," He said steadily. "Life goes on." Hilde nodded weakly before Duo rested his head back onto the pillow, she laid down next to him with a sigh. "Goodnight," Duo mumbled closing his eyes. "Night Duo," Hilde responded snuggling closer to him. Heero listened to strange but welcoming silence that lingered inside the house, he blinked slowly with uncertainty examining his leg that was imprisoned in a cast and wondered if there anything he could while in this miserable state of helplessness, his Prussian blue eyes scanned the dimly lighted living room before shifting his eyes toward the videophone mantled on the wall inside the kitchen.

He scowled looking away; what did he care about how Relena felt towards his mistrust towards Jin, she was understanding and never would try to change his opinion on anything except on the subject strength. Relena almost always proclaimed that he was a much stronger person than she and he was the exact strength she needed to move on when he wasn't there with her. Sometimes I want so badly to see you; but then I have just to remember that Heero's somewhere out there and it gives me the strength to go on. That day, the day he found Relena on the verge of tears with a sprained ankle lying on the grass, was still so vividly strong in his mind.

Sighing he pushed himself out of his sitting position Heero reached for his crutch, he placed it under his arm and pushed himself off the couch, he hobbled over to the kitchen. The 17-year-old stood himself in front of the videophone he reached over with his arm held up slightly by the crutch and picked the receiver off the hook then dialed the correct amount of numbers to the Sanc Kingdom; a phone number only he, the other pilots and Lady Une among others within the Preventers knew about. He listened to the strange noise on the end of the line as he waited for someone to pick up, he tapped his finger against the side of the wall impatiently his left leg was beginning to sting again, damn broken leg Heero thought angrily. Heero removed the receiver from his ear and prepared to hang up but the image of the wrinkled face belonging to Pegan stopped him.

"Hmm? Oh, Heero Yuy is it?" Came the old man's greeting. Heero's eyebrows furrowed wondering if the elderly man was suffering from memory loss, he nodded nonetheless. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Relena has retired for the night Heero," Pegan said. "Shall I call for her anyway?" Heero stared at the lavish stairway behind Pegan knowing any minute Relena would come trampling down those stairs, he opened his mouth hesitant to speak and waited for a sound, any sound that indicated her arrival down the stairs. But none came; after a moment Heero sighed, he wouldn't be speaking to Relena tonight. "No... its fine," He said dully closing his eyes.

There was an understanding sound from Pegan, just then Heero could hear footsteps trampling down the stairs at a fast rate. "Very Good sir, I'll tell her you called," Pegan replied finally. Heero nodded and hung up the moment Relena came into view wearing a robe and slippers, the screen went black. Heero groaned as unhooked the phone cord and he made his way away from the kitchen back to the couch. As he settled himself underneath the covers making sure his leg was propped up on the arm of the chair. He heard the door of Duo and Hilde's bedroom open, he averted his eyes upward although all he could see was the ceiling he did it anyway. "Heero, were you just one the phone?" It was Duo surprisingly and not Hilde. Sitting up for what seemed like the umpteenth time Heero turned his head toward a disheveled Duo Maxwell, the braided young man's eyes drooped with every minute that passed by and he seemed agitated to say the least. "Yeah," Was Heero replied. Duo yawned in response before retreating back into the bedroom leaving the door slightly agape. Heero rolled his heavy eyes and laid back down awaiting sweet slumber to take him.

Heero stood amidst a snow storm in the middle of appeared to a graveyard, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion upon hearing the faint sound of crying. He began to move forward at a strange pace it was almost like something was preventing his moving forward for some apparent reason unknown to him. "Help...," Heero's eyebrows furrowed even more when he heard the familiarity of the voice, he threw himself into a run.

He dodged the tombstones as he did so, but no matter how fast he ran it always seemed the voice was getting smaller and more distant. Heero felt as though he had no personal ties to this voice but there something inside of him told that he had to help this 'voice' nonetheless. Heero ran for what seemed like hours on end when he finally reached the end of the snow storm and came out into the clearing of the fog. Heero's yellow sneakers smashed the snow beneath it, he looked around for the owner of the voice but couldn't find anyone. Was even anyone out here besides him or ghosts of a past forgotten? Heero began to move forward wanting nothing more than to leave this place, however, he was stopped in his tracks by a grunt of pain close by him.

Heero blinked for a moment before watching more fog drift apart creating a clearer vision for the Japanese teenager. Of course only to show him one thing; Jin's body trembling upon the red snow, Heero's eyes widened in shock not expecting to see the young boy ever again. He rushed over to the 13-year-old as quick as he could, he dropped down onto his knees beside him. Jin was bleeding in the stomach and the center of his chest but there were no wounds, the color had already left his skin and he had bleed a great deal. The only thing he wore was his jacket and a pair of solid blue boxers, Heero picked the boy's upper body of the ground his deadpan expression remained, however.

"You came to help me... Onii-chan...," Jin coughed grinning, Heero's eyes narrowed at the sight of his bloodied teeth. "I'm not your," Heero was stopped by the young man's response. "...Big brother, you and I are in not related...," Jin turned his head to the left and spat a wad of blood out of his mouth. "What happened Jin...?" Heero asked. Jin shook his head smiling, his eyes averted upward at the gray skies above them, Heero looked up as well. "You'll take care of me won't you?" Jin asked quietly.

Heero's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before noticing Jin's eyes breathing was getting shorter by the minute, rising to his feet Heero gathered the boy up in his arms and began to run in the direction he came from, Jin continued to stared at the sky, a determined expression & smile on his face, resting his head against the older man's chest he remained silent his eyes closing. "You'll make sure I'm safe won't you? That I'm not alone? Onii-chan?" He whispered quietly, his grip loosening on Heero's shoulder. Heero continued onward hoping he would get someplace before until he felt a heavy thump he left against his hand. Heero paused in his footsteps to take a look down at Jin; the boy's chest was as still as his steady eyes. Heero felt a sort of anguish come over him at the smile on Jin's face, a moment of silence fell over him and empty shell in his hands. "Yeah kid, I promise," He whispered falling to his knees on the ground.

Heero awakened with a start, a soundless scream within trapped in his throat, he looked around now dark living room. His hands were balled into fists as though he were holding something, letting out a shuddering breath Heero threw his covers off of his body and grabbed his crutch. He hobbled across the floor toward the door way he groaned at the draft of cold air he was feeling coming from the crack below the door, his exposed feet cringed wishing to retreat from the cold draft but Heero continued onward until he reached the door.

Extending his hand he grasped the door knob slowly reaching up with his left hand to unlock the door, once this was done Heero flung the door open careful not to let it touch the wall, a harsh wind blew inside of the living room causing the young man to shiver. The same fog surrounded the black area of the night, however there were no cries for help or foot prints indicating that there someone outside of the house. The heat of Heero's body began to diminish quickly so he shut the door silently so as to not wake Duo and Hilde, he pondered at the snowflakes that laid strew in ever direction on the living room floor listening to the wild pounding of his heart slowing down, he sighed involuntarily heading back to the couch hoping he would at least get 2 hours of sleep before the other two arose from their slumber. Heero covered himself back up with the down and flannel sheet and closed his eyes ignoring the throbbing pain in his healing leg.

(Kushrenada residence):

Lady Une sat in her lavish home office at her desk, in front of her sat Gene and Katsuya Cypher; both of them looked about ready to fall over for some unapparent reason but Une did her best not to dwell on it as contemplated on how she would break the news to them without causing an incident at the same time. Across the room nearest to the door stood Noin and Zechs dressed in civilian attire; Noin a slightly wrinkled white blouse, a pair of fitted jeans and boots; Zechs; a simple black turtle neck, a khaki jacket, jeans, and boots as well. Une wasn't sure why either of them here inside the office with her at the time but she was thankful for a familiar presence at least.

She examined the two male figures before her, Katsuya looked and left a lot like Margaret herself; if Margaret were a nice person at least, red hair, brown eyes, and the distinctive anxious look in his eyes Margaret displayed when she was shot (which was more than once). Gene looked sullen as if he already knew what she was going to say, if so it made Une's job slightly easier on the husband at least. Swallowing Une wrapped her fingers against the box that held the urn and the clothes that Margaret had worn, cleaned and ironed save her sunglasses. As Une opened her mouth to speak to them, the large oak doors of the office opened suddenly revealing Mariemaia and Dido, Une swallowed back comment and looked in her daughter's direction.

"Lady, Dido and I are going out to the gardens, we won't be long," Mariemaia said quickly. The 10-year-old shut the door without waiting for an answer from the older woman leaving Une back to her current business at hand, swallowing Une readied herself to speak. "Mr. Cypher, I first would like to ask if you knew what line of work your wife was in?" The Lady began. Gene gave Une a perplexed expression but answered that he knew at she used to work for the alliance and was now working for a company that used to manufacture weapons for the war but was supporting Orphanages at the moment. Une nodded in response. "Well, this may be hard for your to grasp Mr. Cypher, but your wife was working as a Mercenary for a dirty Senator for Russia, she has killed many children your son's age to get what her employer wanted and has even tired to kill the Vice minister Darlain," Une stated bluntly.

(TBC...)