He'd come back. They'd all considered him dead, but he'd come back. But something had changed. She could see it in his eyes. He had lost something, just like she had. She had been so hopeful when she'd seen him, only to have all her hope crushed the moment she'd looked into his eyes. Tolle was gone. She didn't know if she should cry tears of joy for Kira's safety, or tears of sadness for her loss.
Later, she was wandering through the halls of the Archangel aimlessly, not paying attention to what was going on around her. She didn't want to believe it, but everything told her that it was true, that he was really gone. They were supposed to have their whole future a head of them. As she rounded a corner, she bumped into someone. Looking up to apologize, she saw who it was. It was Kira. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to act around him, so just whispered a quiet 'hi' and tried to continue on her way to wherever she was headed.
"Mir?" He asked. She looked over her shoulder, showing she was listening. "I'm sorry." She said after a moment's hesitation.
"For what?" She shot back without missing a beat. "You did your best." She couldn't let him think she was angry with him.
"But Tolleā¦" He began.
"It's not your fault. She insisted, turning around to face Kira completely. "We were lucky to get this far with so few casualties. It was bound to happen sometime." She made eye contact and softened. "He was your friend too, and I know you did everything you could." She smiled softly at him. "You have no idea how much better it feels knowing that one of you made it back." She whispered, not sure if he could hear her, before walking away.
A/N: Once again, not totally pleased with it.
I had the strangest dream last night. I don't have time to describe it all, but I will tell you it involved Miriallia shooting Kuzzey in the head, Murrue having a huge tattoo on her stomach, and some fangirls calling Le Cruset German.
