Although it had been good to see his mom again, Claude entered the cafeteria with a dark expression on his face. He was glad she felt comfortable enough with him to share her experiences from last night, but that didn't make him any less angry at the military for using her to do their dirty work. Why couldn't those bastards clean up their own
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There was a movement nearby. Aigis kept her eyes on her gruel, but she knew Sechs had moved closer. And his voice, it was clear in her ears as he spoke a soft reassurance to her. Here, for her.
The thought they maybe, maybe his words were true, that made her hopeful. But hope was dangerous. It made her feel safe when there was very little safety at all, if any. And it made her vulnerable. Maybe Sechs was here now, but would he be here tomorrow? And the day after? But even so, could she afford to completely give up on hope too? That was not an option.
Aigis looked up, her blue eyes wavering. "I... I am afraid." Her voice was soft, unsteady, but clear. "I do not want to lose to false hope but... but if I give up, then I will lose regardless."
His arm was around her. She hadn't realized that he had moved quite so close, but this was nice. Nicer than she would have thought before, to have another person so close after feeling so ripped apart. It was welcoming, maybe more-so than if today had been a 'better' day. Aigis tried to mimic his smile, and it probably came across just as strained as his own. But it was a smile, and she had managed it nonetheless. "Thank you, Sechs-san. I will... remember. To believe they are home. Because that is the best alternative." She swallowed a lump in her throat. "I cannot give up, for their sake. Right?"
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