Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: Sorry for the wait.
This place was at one point, beautiful. Smith could see the old beauty of the place lurking in the shadows, like some hungry animal, hunting its prey. Now it was devoid of that charm, now it was just a nameless, charm less forest with trees, mountains and rivers that once upon a yesterday, must've made many an Exile stop and appreciate its beauty.
The sky was a pale and nondescript blue, the clouds shapeless wisps rolling across with falseness. Birds tweeted and twittered in the trees, animals Smith could not identify by sound scuffed and scraped in the underbrush. It was a cold, crisp day, even though it should've been warm, the sun was a full, blazing orange in the sky.
Apart from the sound of the animals, and their footsteps, there was no noise. None of them spoke, the little girl – Amber, he reminded himself, was leading the way in silent suspicion, while Angela followed, not even glancing his way.
"As you can see, this is a place where no evil is welcome. Evil could not see the truth in this place, evil could not look upon its vast valleys and towering mountains without feeling boiling hatred and an urge to destroy. We created this place, the exiles who wanted to live and love in peace, away from the chasing footsteps and the grating noise. Do you feel hatred against this place, Smith?." Amber said, halting suddenly and regarding him with dull suspicion.
"No." Smith said carefully. "I do not hate this place, how could I?. There is nothing to hate, it is peaceful here."
Amber simply stood there, looking at him carefully before continuing walking.
"You should not be here, Agent. You may no longer serve the Machines, but you are still a threat, you could bring them here --"
"— Amber!. Enough. He is no evil, he is human, he has some form of soul, he is not guided by programming anymore. The Agents have never found us, even when we had some of the most wanted Exiles, so stop lying you spiteful child!." Angela spat, breaking in.
"Excuse me, Angela, but I'm simply looking out for us."
"Yeah well, you don't have to be such a bitch about it."
"I think my being a 'bitch' is justified, when, by letting this Agent into this place, we are putting ourselves in danger."
"Not really, Amber. You may view yourself highly but you're being small minded. You don't even think for a second that Smith means no harm, and that he may be very helpful for us."
"Fine." Amber said dryly. "If you are wrong, Angela, it will be on your head."