"...They sealed the promise with a kiss. The end."
"...hmmf..."
"Are you all right? You're crying again."
"No...no I'm not."
"As you will, then. But the ceiling is not dripping on you and those otherwise inexplicable water droplets on your face do bear a striking resemblance to tears. I think perhaps you ought to go to sleep. It's well after when you were supposed to be in bed."
"I am in bed. I've been in bed the whole time."
"I'm not sure your parents will appreciate the technicality."
"Uncle Wufei?"
"Yes?"
"Is that the really true story of how Papa and Daddy found each other and saved the world?"
"Not at all. If you hadn't noticed, we don't live in a medieval kingdom on earth but rather on a colony in space. I suppose some of it's approximate to a few aspects of how Quatre and Heero first found one another during the wars and how they and Duo and Trowa and I became friends. But you know perfectly well that Zechs, that is, Millardo, isn't like that at all. And Representative Darlian isn't a queen anymore either."
"Yeah, I guess that's true. But if it was a...what's that word?"
"Allegory? Metaphor?"
"Sure. One of those. Then is it the really real story?"
"Perhaps."
"Uncle Wufei?"
"Yes?"
"Will you tell me the story again the next time you come over?"
"Yes, child."
"You promise?"
"Ninmu ryokai."