TWO || DREAM

[barnabydesu]

[The dream begins amidst the ruins of what was once a very large house. Where a warm and welcoming home stood there is now charred debris. The furniture is all scorched, if not outright destroyed. Only some of the walls are still standing. Most of the roof appears to have fallen in at some point, and it accounts for a fair bit of the burnt wood

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[whatwouldvedado]

[Purple hair is messily swept across his forehead, wet from the rain, as he steps through the debris, not bothering to step carefully around things that could be preserved. He doesn't care about sentimental things, especially since these things don't belong to him.

He does, however, recognize that the man kneeling and digging through the debris and he notices the few things at his side (the photo, the small robot). He stares at them for a moment, his brow furrowed. He doesn't really know what to say or how to react, because this is a situation he can't really relate to - Tieria has no family, has no home on Earth - things like this are meaningless to him.]

What happened?

[His voice is cold, not an ounce of sympathy to be found. His body language conveys the same - hands situated one on each hip.]

[barnabydesu]

[Barnaby greets him with a scowl.

Part of him would want to automatically reject sympathy anyway, and yet a lack of it bothers him too--]

What does it look like?

[whatwouldvedado]

[Tieria returns Barnaby's scowl with one of his own.]

You expect me to know what caused this fire? There are countless possibilities.

[barnabydesu]

[He forces himself to chill out, just a little. It's a legitimate question.]

I don't know the details, but I'm sure it was deliberately set.

[whatwouldvedado]

Some sort of terrorist attack?

[Seeing as Tieria deals with terrorism on a daily basis as a Gundam pilot, this was the first thing that came to his mind.]

[barnabydesu]

[His eyes widen. There's still so many things he doesn't know about the night his parents died, and Jake's motive for killing them is one of them. But Jake was a terrorist, and the guess is close enough to startle Barnaby.]

The perpetrator was a terrorist, but how did you...? [He trails off.]

[whatwouldvedado]

[Oh, Tieria and Jake have something in common, then. Imagine that.]

I have seen enough terrorist attacks to be able to identify one.

[barnabydesu]

[ffffffff]

--Then I'm sorry for you.

[It's depressing, Barnaby thinks, to be able to identify something like that with such ease.]

[whatwouldvedado]

An apology is not necessary, Barnaby Brooks Jr.

[He scans the area when his eyes land on the flame in the corner of the room.]

The fire is still burning despite the rain...?

[barnabydesu]

What are you talking about?

[It takes him a moment to notice the little, persistent fire. When he does see it, his brows furrow.]

It should have been extinguished by now. I know that it was...

[A spark catches on a piece of already ruined furniture, and it starts to slowly burn.]

[whatwouldvedado]

[This man is no idiot, Barnaby. With a very nasty look on his face, he motions toward the fire in the corner of the room.]

That fire is still burning, Barnaby Brooks Jr. Please do not doubt what I say to you!

[barnabydesu]

[A little testily:] Forgive my confusion. I just don't understand why it's still going.

[He stands, and begins to (carefully) walk toward the fire.]

Do you see anything I can put it out with?

[whatwouldvedado]

[Tieria glances around at the ruins, his hair plastered to his forehead from the rain]

If this rain has not yet extinguished the flames, I don't think anything will.

[barnabydesu]

[Barnaby glares at the fire, as if willing it to extinguish itself.]

Then--what do you suggest I do? Stand by and let it spread again?

[whatwouldvedado]

What else is there to do? [He sighs, a bit exasperated] As I said, if this rain has not yet extinguished the flames, I don't think anything will.

[barnabydesu]

Won't the fire be dangerous if it's left like this?

[There has to be a way, he thinks. He doesn't want this fire to consume even the ruins of his old home.]