[Thread] Self-Preservation

[l3puffy_pants]

Characters: AU!Trowa Barton, OPEN
Where: A hundred meters or so away from the school/music room
When: Third stage of the modplot
Summary: Trowa is distraught over the fact that he let Triton die. His alter ego tries to calm him down, but can't do it alone.
Warnings: A bit of insanity, possible violence

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[egyptianmage]

((OOC: Sorry but I need Maha to meet more people. Please forgive me.))

Mahaado had left the apartment he needed to stretch his legs as it were, and he was concerned over the state he heard over the PDA. He went about, hoping to find those who he knew and had not heard from on the device. People, weren't very willing to reply to him it seemed. When he noted the conversation and... was that someone on the ground?

Concerned he walked over trying not to look like a threat. After such an event he would not bet on what state of mind the person would be in.

[l3puffy_pants]

[ooc: hm? np.]

Completely oblivious to the new presence, Trowa and Triton's argument continued.

"What use am I to you if I only let you die? It's my mission and I just failed it!"

"It wasn't your fault. Everyone died. It happened too fast. There was nothing you could have--"

"--Nothing should be too fast for me. I let you die. That's unforgivable!"

[egyptianmage]

"If I may?" Mahaado spoke quietly, politely, but still at the person? Pair?

"Letting something happen, and having something out of your control are two different things. One should not blame themselves for something outside of their own power."

[l3puffy_pants]

Trowa looked up, while Triton turned suddenly silent in his mind.

"It shouldn't have been," he answered in a choked-souding voice.

[l3puffy_pants]

"Triton would definitely find that interesting," Trowa said as he led them to what appeared like a side-entrance to the building, a set of double doors that creaked as Trowa pushed them open. It took about half a minute more of walking before they arrived at the music room and when the brunet turned back around to regard his companion, green eyes appeared considerably less...severe.

"Thank you so much for helping Trowa! Uh...I'm Triton," Triton said, smiling sheepishly.

[egyptianmage]

The walk inside had been well appreciated, Mahaado disliked the cold due to his Egyptian blood. When Trowa turned around though, he noticed the shift and figured that 'Triton' would emerge but... Why didn't Triton manifest himself properly? "Greetings Triton." he replied politely.

[l3puffy_pants]

Triton's smile turned easy, and he walked around the worktable in the middle of the room to sit on the piano stool, leaving the chair across from it empty. "If you haven't been there--" he started, but then shook his head, "Thank you, really."

[egyptianmage]

"I was a priest back then, it is part of a priests' duty to calm the people." He replied before approaching the empty seat. Sitting down he looked about the place finally. "A music room? I have never been in one before." He noted aloud.