Disclaimer : charas are not mine. Stop. Wouldn't dare dreaming what's in their hearts. Stop. I just guess. Stop.

Random author's notes : since some episode in the anime, I'm sure Zenon's wife looked a lot like Shien. Or the other way round. Whatever. RA's next chapter is done. Will be loaded once I have some corrections back. Luv U all.

Shien

« Love is Abandon »

You were bound by honour and integrity.

Nataku needed more.

He is now silence, cold skin, empty eyes like a void staring into space. Deadlike.

Kneeling in repentance in front of his throne, you mourned.

People need more, want more than your honour or integrity.

Zenon's hands on your skin, through your hair.

Need obvious in his eye.

I thought you'd kill me for doing this, he wonders.

Warm skin, raw voice, sparkling eye. Alive.

But I didn't, you answer flatly.

It doesn't matter if Zenon reaches for somebody else through you.

You let him.

You won't fail somebody again.

Zenon

« Love is Memory »

I had a wife, a kid, a home, a happiness sheltered down there, far from Tenkai's laws. But I still wanted Tenkai to acknowledge me.

So, I'm left with the mere memory of wife, child, home, all dispappeared while I was far.

I had a companion so close to me that he allowed me to touch him. I chased ash-colored dreams of my late family while my fingers ran absently through his hair.

So, I'm left with a mere memory of his touch on a broken weapon's hard handle.

You realize what is important when it's gone, they say.

Homura

« Love is Utopy »

There was a name.

You couldn't stop calling it. Like a prayer. Quite fitting for a godess's name, even if she was sent in exile.

There was a quest.

Fruitless. Misled with mad desire for a miracle. You mercilessly involved others in your delirium.

There were sacrifices.

Shien, then Zenon vanished from your perceptions.

They left a huge hole in your soul. Was it worth the loss?

There is a truth.

You're wiser now.

You should have guessed sooner.

It is that simple : gods don't do « love ». Gods that love die, indeed.

How ironic, you think as you lay dying.