They catch only moments of rest time on Earth, before departing for Jupiter. Celestial Being no longer works against the world, having understood how little truly comes from that, but the rest of the world has yet to understand that. Perhaps they never will. Is that the same, then, as working against the world after all? How much has changed
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Knowing what she knew now, Shizuru found it astonishingly easy to apologize to Natsuki. In fact, she did it again and again: she apologized for the rage and destruction, for the secrets kept, for the heat of her passion that had led her to fight with such blind and unreasoning fury. Natsuki accepted all the apologies, and that was when Shizuru thought that everything that had happened was for the better, even though having her secrets wrested from her had hurt like nothing else, had left her wounded and lashing out at the one she loved. That was when she thought maybe she wasn't dirty and wrong. Maybe this love was--not pure, never pure, but acceptable. Maybe it was something that could grow and blossom
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This is ridiculously angsty and incoherent and blah and I don't know if I like it enough to post it on my fic journal, but. WE'LL SEE.
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There were so few places left for him to rest on Earth. He'd had a comfortable bed there once, but after a certain point it hadn't been home anymore. To some people home was a subtle and complicated thing, but to him it was simple and perpetually caught up in the concept of family. But as necessary, he'd distanced himself from what was left of that.
Lockon felt at rest, briefly, when standing at his family's grave. The crew of the Ptolemy might have thought he belonged with them, and if that helped them fight, it was good, but here was the only place he belonged. But he couldn't stay. It brought him too close to his brother, and it was better, it was easier if he stayed far away from Lyle Dylandy. Instead he left flowers. They were not the flowers that had sat in a vase on the table at home, where he had once rested, but when he closed his eyes, those were the ones he saw: red and colorful,
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Mai HiME: Shizuru, after coming to her senses (despite the later apology).
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Gurren-Lagann, Nia randomness.
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LOCKON LOCKON LOCKON
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There were so few places left for him to rest on Earth. He'd had a comfortable bed there once, but after a certain point it hadn't been home anymore. To some people home was a subtle and complicated thing, but to him it was simple and perpetually caught up in the concept of family. But as necessary, he'd distanced himself from what was left of that.
Lockon felt at rest, briefly, when standing at his family's grave. The crew of the Ptolemy might have thought he belonged with them, and if that helped them fight, it was good, but here was the only place he belonged. But he couldn't stay. It brought him too close to his brother, and it was better, it was easier if he stayed far away from Lyle Dylandy. Instead he left flowers. They were not the flowers that had sat in a vase on the table at home, where he had once rested, but when he closed his eyes, those were the ones he saw: red and colorful, ( ... )
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