[memories] total headcanon over here
A young Mana paused in his juggling, catching the balls before they went flying. "What do you mean?"
The child that would become the 14th Noah sat on the edge of the street curb, his brows furrowed slightly, "Unless you would rather take up father's business after all..."
"No, I just," Mana tilted his head, a small frown forming, "We can't just run away like that, it would break mother's heart."
The younger brother sighed, "It's that... or we put her in danger."
Beginning to juggle again, the older brother shook his head but his eyes don't leave the balls, "We won't let it get to that. This war won't touch either of them."
"We're getting in deep, Mana. It won't be long until it's too deep for us to say who will and who won't be dragged in with us." The boy ran a hand over his face, rubbing at his forehead. "Sorry... I just have this splitting headache."
Mana glanced over, opening his mouth to say something but when a ball bounced away from him, only a soft "Oh!" escapes. He turned to catch the others and go chase after the one that is slowly rolling away.
A small smirk quirked onto the other boy's lips, dropping his hands from his hand, he watches his brother with an amused expression.
When he returned, Mana began to stuff the balls into a drawstring canvas sack, "You should get out more, meet more people. This... war is not the only thing important in life."
"I don't care to dance to other people's pipers, Mana. You are the only thing important to me." Closing his eyes as he rubbed his forehead once again, the boy failed to see Mana's concerned expression at that statement.
The child that would become the 14th Noah sat on the edge of the street curb, his brows furrowed slightly, "Unless you would rather take up father's business after all..."
"No, I just," Mana tilted his head, a small frown forming, "We can't just run away like that, it would break mother's heart."
The younger brother sighed, "It's that... or we put her in danger."
Beginning to juggle again, the older brother shook his head but his eyes don't leave the balls, "We won't let it get to that. This war won't touch either of them."
"We're getting in deep, Mana. It won't be long until it's too deep for us to say who will and who won't be dragged in with us." The boy ran a hand over his face, rubbing at his forehead. "Sorry... I just have this splitting headache."
Mana glanced over, opening his mouth to say something but when a ball bounced away from him, only a soft "Oh!" escapes. He turned to catch the others and go chase after the one that is slowly rolling away.
A small smirk quirked onto the other boy's lips, dropping his hands from his hand, he watches his brother with an amused expression.
When he returned, Mana began to stuff the balls into a drawstring canvas sack, "You should get out more, meet more people. This... war is not the only thing important in life."
"I don't care to dance to other people's pipers, Mana. You are the only thing important to me." Closing his eyes as he rubbed his forehead once again, the boy failed to see Mana's concerned expression at that statement.