Plant monsters are, to be fair, not remotely in the realm of potential disasters concerning the Mars project, but Treize has developed a terrible habit of excessive flippancy in private, exacerbated by the enabling of certain parties. It's the potential damage to the entire atmosphere there that's the issue - playing god with evolution, trying to force things to grow on a world whose ability to host life was drained away so long ago that even the evidence of it is little more than a ghost - and the repercussions damage there could have on the rest of the solar system.
Still, it's a necessary step forward. As grand as the idea is of healing the world, the innate purpose of all these debates and meetings, human beings have long since grown to the point where they cannot help but damage her. The best thing for the earth now is for them to just stop, but of course, that's impossible. And thus they've made a goal out of creating something to abuse.
It's a little sick. But the circle of it is fascinating, too.
Realizing that he's lost himself in thought, Treize gives Wufei a faint, private smile. "Interesting is a curse, you know that."
Things like that bother Wufei, niggling annoyances at the back of his mind - maybe it's why he dislikes the majority of people still, or maybe it's because of that. Either way-
He does smile faintly - it's more of a slight twist to his mouth than anything, but it's something and it's probably because he's thinking that at least, plant monsters could be remedied.
"I never said it wasn't," he adds, almost as an afterthought.
Humanity is a disease - but such an ambitious, multifaceted one that Treize can't help but love it anyway. Like anything that grows without limits, the excess occasionally needs culled, but he would never work to maintain something that he did not adore and believe in fully. Case in point: the man before him.
Who is still being a brat.
"Well then guess who's being assigned the front line of plant monster defense?" You, Mr. Chang.
It's not pure luck that Wufei has learned to keep a better balance on things - experience maybe, though he's still so very passionate about everything, and perhaps even doubly so that in the way he sees Treize.
(It explains so much about him.)
"Good. My full potential will finally be realised," a beat, "in killing plant monsters."
"I'm sure you will be stunning in your magnificence," he deadpans, giving him a dry look over his water glass. Should he order cake slices, or something equally pointless and decadent? No, probably not; as entertaining as it would be to go to excess while at a function about conservation, it's a little festive for his current mood.
"Of course I will be. It's what I do," he states blandly as he sits back in his seat. He's not fiddling with anything currently, but he looks a little like he might want to. (He's fine.)
"You've been doing a lot of instructional work lately." Not a question; Treize knows, just like he knows what that barely-behaved caged-animal look is. It's one of the reasons he finds him so damn intriguing. Everything is always, always right there beneath the surface, reachable, tangible.
"Mm," he agrees, glancing over at Treize like he hadn't already been semi-watching him (as always). "I prefer it to idleness, even if it's occasionally a less than smooth course." But Treize knows all of this already, of course - the only person he's stricter on than those he teaches is himself, and he prefers the rocky bits of road anyway.
Treize wonders if Wufei doesn't enjoy it more, in a way, when things go roughly - there's more to do, then, more opportunities to be ever-moving. Sometimes (more than that) he feels too old and too much for this world, having to force himself to exist without war. He knows he's a monster for it, but at least he can quell it.
"Desperation or idleness," he reflects. "It's a wonder, living with just those two choices."
He does prefer it - it's a cliche, to say he feels most alive, useful, real when under pressure and duress, but it's true. It's far more deeply ingrained in him than many people realize, and more so now even than it was when he first took up fighting.
He lofts a brow and doesn't say anything, for a moment. "Is there any other way," and it's a joke, sort of.
A terrible joke, but at least it's one they both understand. There's another choice, of course - to go back to it, to be the warriors they are inside, Machiavellian and mercenary. Treize has made a promise that ties his hands to a certain degree; he will not wage war remotely, and so there will be no war. Wufei could force his hand, but...
But here they are.
Treize smiles at him, faint again, but knowing. The same cages, self-made. "Perhaps not."
It's the sort of terrible joke he's wont to make, if he makes one at all. (Wufei holds Treize tight to that promise, locked somewhere close to his breastbone.)
He doesn't even need to say anything now - the half-smile (with the same knowing to it) he wears as he taps his fingers on the table is enough.
Plant monsters are, to be fair, not remotely in the realm of potential disasters concerning the Mars project, but Treize has developed a terrible habit of excessive flippancy in private, exacerbated by the enabling of certain parties. It's the potential damage to the entire atmosphere there that's the issue - playing god with evolution, trying to force things to grow on a world whose ability to host life was drained away so long ago that even the evidence of it is little more than a ghost - and the repercussions damage there could have on the rest of the solar system.
Still, it's a necessary step forward. As grand as the idea is of healing the world, the innate purpose of all these debates and meetings, human beings have long since grown to the point where they cannot help but damage her. The best thing for the earth now is for them to just stop, but of course, that's impossible. And thus they've made a goal out of creating something to abuse.
It's a little sick. But the circle of it is fascinating, too.
Realizing that he's lost himself in thought, Treize gives Wufei a faint, private smile. "Interesting is a curse, you know that."
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He does smile faintly - it's more of a slight twist to his mouth than anything, but it's something and it's probably because he's thinking that at least, plant monsters could be remedied.
"I never said it wasn't," he adds, almost as an afterthought.
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Humanity is a disease - but such an ambitious, multifaceted one that Treize can't help but love it anyway. Like anything that grows without limits, the excess occasionally needs culled, but he would never work to maintain something that he did not adore and believe in fully. Case in point: the man before him.
Who is still being a brat.
"Well then guess who's being assigned the front line of plant monster defense?" You, Mr. Chang.
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(It explains so much about him.)
"Good. My full potential will finally be realised," a beat, "in killing plant monsters."
Now he is being a brat.
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"I'm sure you will be stunning in your magnificence," he deadpans, giving him a dry look over his water glass. Should he order cake slices, or something equally pointless and decadent? No, probably not; as entertaining as it would be to go to excess while at a function about conservation, it's a little festive for his current mood.
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A pity, he might've actually eaten some cake.
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Eat your damn dinner, Wufei.
"You've been doing a lot of instructional work lately." Not a question; Treize knows, just like he knows what that barely-behaved caged-animal look is. It's one of the reasons he finds him so damn intriguing. Everything is always, always right there beneath the surface, reachable, tangible.
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"Mm," he agrees, glancing over at Treize like he hadn't already been semi-watching him (as always). "I prefer it to idleness, even if it's occasionally a less than smooth course." But Treize knows all of this already, of course - the only person he's stricter on than those he teaches is himself, and he prefers the rocky bits of road anyway.
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Treize wonders if Wufei doesn't enjoy it more, in a way, when things go roughly - there's more to do, then, more opportunities to be ever-moving. Sometimes (more than that) he feels too old and too much for this world, having to force himself to exist without war. He knows he's a monster for it, but at least he can quell it.
"Desperation or idleness," he reflects. "It's a wonder, living with just those two choices."
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He lofts a brow and doesn't say anything, for a moment. "Is there any other way," and it's a joke, sort of.
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A terrible joke, but at least it's one they both understand. There's another choice, of course - to go back to it, to be the warriors they are inside, Machiavellian and mercenary. Treize has made a promise that ties his hands to a certain degree; he will not wage war remotely, and so there will be no war. Wufei could force his hand, but...
But here they are.
Treize smiles at him, faint again, but knowing. The same cages, self-made. "Perhaps not."
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He doesn't even need to say anything now - the half-smile (with the same knowing to it) he wears as he taps his fingers on the table is enough.
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