[It's that smile, soft and gentle like a breaking dawn, that he was seeking out. There isn't much he can do for Xion in a situation like this. He can't protect her from what she's most afraid of, can't stop her from witnessing the horrors that came from working with the CDC. He isn't sure if he can protect himself, in the end.
But it's like he said: the smaller picture was just as important as the larger one. Even if it's for just a moment, Guy can help her forget the dirtiness of their mission and to focus on the transient beauty of now. It's the least he can offer her. It's what she deserves.]
Sure. [Macha is a world of beautiful danger, but there's no threat to be found in this shining field. He's careful as he steps down, doing his best not to crush any flowers. A difficult task, considering how many there are. Guy winds up leaning against a tree that stands at the edges of the field, unwilling to go much further.]
You want to pick some? [It's a quiet question.]
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[ Xion stands some feet away from Guy, her boots so close to the edge of the field that her toes touch the flower stalks. She's got both hands pressed over her mouth, her eyes huge and round with wonder.
Ever since she touched down on Macha, Xion has tried to disconnect herself from the world. To see it as a mission, a target, simply one place of what will likely be many more. And the ever-present danger, the flowers that addled her mind and the natives that took and tried to kill her friends, had made that oh so slightly easier. Macha had become a hostile place, a name associated only with darkness and fire.
But this field is different. It's like nothing she's ever seen before. Flowers that glow... they're beautiful and ethereal, like something out of her brightest dreams. The longer she looks out over the field of laurienn, the more her chest wrenches with emotion, and all at once Xion finds her eyes have flooded with tears.
Very carefully she kneels down, reaching out to brush her fingers along the petals of the nearest flower. Guy's question pulls a smile out of her that is huge and watery and very touched. ]
Yeah. I'd like that.
[ The smaller picture... this must be what he meant. With gentle fingers, Xion reaches out to pluck the flowers, one at a time. ]
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But it's like he said: the smaller picture was just as important as the larger one. Even if it's for just a moment, Guy can help her forget the dirtiness of their mission and to focus on the transient beauty of now. It's the least he can offer her. It's what she deserves.]
Sure. [Macha is a world of beautiful danger, but there's no threat to be found in this shining field. He's careful as he steps down, doing his best not to crush any flowers. A difficult task, considering how many there are. Guy winds up leaning against a tree that stands at the edges of the field, unwilling to go much further.]
You want to pick some? [It's a quiet question.]
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Ever since she touched down on Macha, Xion has tried to disconnect herself from the world. To see it as a mission, a target, simply one place of what will likely be many more. And the ever-present danger, the flowers that addled her mind and the natives that took and tried to kill her friends, had made that oh so slightly easier. Macha had become a hostile place, a name associated only with darkness and fire.
But this field is different. It's like nothing she's ever seen before. Flowers that glow... they're beautiful and ethereal, like something out of her brightest dreams. The longer she looks out over the field of laurienn, the more her chest wrenches with emotion, and all at once Xion finds her eyes have flooded with tears.
Very carefully she kneels down, reaching out to brush her fingers along the petals of the nearest flower. Guy's question pulls a smile out of her that is huge and watery and very touched. ]
Yeah. I'd like that.
[ The smaller picture... this must be what he meant. With gentle fingers, Xion reaches out to pluck the flowers, one at a time. ]