Day 40: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]

[clockmongler]

Well, that was... special. No wonder he was losing respect for this place--the fearful Martin Landel was coming undone, most probably with boredom. So scary. Even Nursey seemed a little exasperated, though that most likely had more to do with X's constant insistence to stay in the Sun Room rather than go inside the Greenhouse

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[thatdamnedninja]

Okay, yeah. That had been kind of obvious, but it'd also been the answer that she'd expected to get. "That sounds familiar," Yuffie said, a little more quietly than she'd intended. With a little effort, she corrected that, but as the words went on, the venom crept in -- just a little. Just a tad. "Wutai, they -- we -- got defeated. 'Cept they didn't even have to take our name; thanks to my-- well, we just rolled over and played dead, and they walked all over us."

It was still disgusting to think about. How could Godo have even thought, for even a moment, that -- Yuffie scrubbed a hand over her face, faking a yawn. Those feelings had never sat well on her face, and trying to swallow them down again was like drinking bullets. She'd worked out her differences with Godo. They'd been okay. Seeing him at the visitor shift… it'd been like a throw-back to the past and then a slap in the face, and now that she thought about it again --

-- Ugh. No. Her old man was a batty old coot who loved Wutai just as much as she did. The way he'd shown it before their battle in the pagoda had been utterly bullshit, but she couldn't let herself believe that the sentiments behind his actions hadn't been true. Wutai's strength, its glory, its pride; he'd missed it all. Yuffie dropped her hand and smiled; luckily for Lelouch, she had missed his distraction. Internal monologue was a bitch like that.

"Enemies?" Were they, even back home? Scratching her cheek, Yuffie crossed her ankles and thought it over for a moment. "Hard to say. I mean, it's a little complicated -- we kind of used to be on different sides of a great big war. They kept trying to bump us of, we wanted them to stay out of the way… It wasn't anything personal. They even helped us out once or twice when they were off duty, and then again this one time afterwards. After the war, I mean. Two years after." She gave a somehow expansive shrug. "We get along when we have to, and they're really not so bad when they're off the job -- or, um, when they're not targeting us."