[Everytime I try to fly I fall...]

[swordandscales]

I guess it's alright if I talk about it...I mean I haven't really talked about it since it happened...That "it" being "him" being Ash

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[madeforabuse]

So you were in love with Ash, Miss Saft?

I mean... I guess I always assumed as much. But you never really wanted to open up about any of this stuff before.

Maybe it's none of my business...

[swordandscales]

...I think so, I mean...I-it's hard for me the only other person I've ever looked up to as much as I did with Ash was Touga...Maybe it's for the best yanno? Maybe I'm just not supposed to be with anyone...Perhaps I was just always meant to be a loner.

[madeforabuse]

But I thought you said you were with Mr. Zabel now...?

I wonder what being in love is like... My master used to say he loved me. I never really knew what he meant. Maybe as a son? Or as a student?

[swordandscales]

...C'mon Gerald, even you've got to admit me and Zabel aren't even really that close...if anything we fight alot and I push him away more than anyone...You and Lockheed are the only people I feel I can talk to.

Love? *Blush*...it's a nice feeling, It's a nice warm feeling from deep inside of you that you don't want to be without 'cause when it's gone you feel colder than you ever did before you found love in the first place...Heh great now I'm sounding like some kinda poet or something, Kinda silly huh?

[madeforabuse]

I must admit, I'm not sure why Mr. Zabel is even part of the group. He doesn't seem to be much of a guide... I... I suppose I just assumed that you and he were... close.

I like poetry. My master used to write a lot, before he... changed.

[swordandscales]

Oh Gerald...

Is there anything I can do?

[madeforabuse]

Hmm? Do?

I'm okay, Miss Saft, really I am. I just have a tendency to reflect out loud.

I believe love - even when lost - should be cherished. My master loved me, and that meant something. It still means something.

I don't think love can just be destroyed and forgotten. It exists forever, even before it is born into our hearts. Meeting the person the love was meant for merely opens our eyes to something that has always been there.

I'm... I'm not very good at expressing myself. Not like this anyway.

[swordandscales]

Oh no...I think it sounds beautiful, especcially the way you put it.

[madeforabuse]

Beautiful...? Really? *blush*

I... I...

Maybe I should go and get supplies.

[swordandscales]

Want me to come along? You know...just in case?

Besides...I am a little hungry.

[madeforabuse]

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to make a mutual excursion...

Would Mr. Zabel like to come along also?

[swordandscales]

You'd have to ask him.

[undeadrawkstar]

Oi! Just because we ain't where we're goin', it doesn't mean I ain't takin' you there!

Don't go castin' aspershins... Or whatever they're called.

[swordandscales]

That's not what he meant Zabel. I know you're taking us there.

...

Aren't you?

[undeadrawkstar]

Course I am! Smell that air! You can prac'tickly taste the corpses. There're lots of those in the Land o' the Dead, y'know. Can't hardly take a step without crushing some poor dead soul's trachea.

Not that they can complain about it, mind. Still, you gotta feel bad. Especially me. It's like they're kinda disabled, what with me bein' dead and walkin' around like this.

Yep. The Land of the Dead could benefit from some wheelchair ramps.

[swordandscales]

...I swear sometimes you just spout out whatever crap you can think of at the last second.

We're totally lost...

Again.