Guy thought he'd seen everything the city was going to throw at him. Asch and Luke's parents had come, residents of other worlds, and sure enough, those who had died were brought back somehow. But he'd never expected his own family to arrive as well.
It was both wonderful and terrifying - he was beyond excited by the concept of being able to see Mary again, but the thought of her being in a place so dangerous frightened him as well.
It's my turn to protect her. I can finally repay her for saving my life. But can I really trust myself to do that now...?
There wasn't time to think of it now, however. Instead of dwelling on it, he hurried out of the bar and down the street towards the staircase. It didn't take him long to get there - though it felt like much longer, what with how anxious he was to see her again - and before he knew it, he could see her familiar figure in the distance.
Feeling a sudden rush of energy, he quickened his pace, calling out to her as he drew closer. "Mary... Mary!"
Mary turned, as her back had been to the city while she took a moment to observe how high up the staircase went. It seemed to go on forever. Her skirt swished lightly when she stopped, and for a moment all she could do was stare at the young man in front of her.
Gailardia.
He was indeed as handsome as she had imagined he would become. Tall, lean but certainly not scrawny, and defintely their father's son. He looked just like their dad, but carried the gentleness of their mother in his eyes and in his smile. It was apparent that this was definitely Gailardia, it couldn't be anyone else.
"Oh..." it was almost overwhelming. Mary's breath hitched as she looked at him, and she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes tearing up. "It's really you..."
Guy slowed to a halt in front of her, eyes wide, almost startled at the sight of his dead sister standing there, right before him. Who would have thought they would ever meet again?
He spotted the tears in her eyes, and immediately lifted both hands, smiling at her in a way he hoped was reassuring. He half felt like crying with her, but he'd too-often cried himself dry as a child in the past. He made a habit of keeping his tears to himself.
"Mary... don't cry, okay?" he managed, swallowing hard. "It's me. I'm sorry we had to meet like this..."
He would have loved to grow up with her at his side, but they'd been given no choice in the matter. At least she looked as happy to see him as he felt about seeing her.
Gailardia's smile was indeed a comforting thing to Mary. He looked so confident now, much different than the crybaby she had encouraged to grow up. She lowered her hands and clasped them as her chest; she was smiling, but her eyes were still shining. "It is in my nature to cry, brother. Women cry both when they are sad and when they are happy." She tilted her head, "You do not know how happy it makes me to see that you have grown up."
She stepped closer, holding out her hands, "Come and let me see you." It was unfortunate that she did not know that they would not be able to get much closer than this.
He'd been happy up until that moment. He'd been ready to laugh and grin and tell her everything, everything that she'd missed. The only thing he would have avoided like the plague was the fate of their family and Hod. She'd probably already guessed what had happened to her.
All until that moment - when she drew closer to him, invading that personal space that no woman had been able to enter since his fifth birthday, and he discovered that even Mary was not excluded from his phobia. As soon as she took that step forward, Guy lurched away from her with a cry, eyes flaring with shock and terror, arms lifting as if to defend himself.
He caught his mistake a moment later, pain replacing his fear once the distance between them was back to how it had been, and a scant second later he was stammering through an apology that wouldn't come. "... M... Mary... I..."
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It was both wonderful and terrifying - he was beyond excited by the concept of being able to see Mary again, but the thought of her being in a place so dangerous frightened him as well.
It's my turn to protect her. I can finally repay her for saving my life. But can I really trust myself to do that now...?
There wasn't time to think of it now, however. Instead of dwelling on it, he hurried out of the bar and down the street towards the staircase. It didn't take him long to get there - though it felt like much longer, what with how anxious he was to see her again - and before he knew it, he could see her familiar figure in the distance.
Feeling a sudden rush of energy, he quickened his pace, calling out to her as he drew closer. "Mary... Mary!"
She looked exactly as he remembered her
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Gailardia.
He was indeed as handsome as she had imagined he would become. Tall, lean but certainly not scrawny, and defintely their father's son. He looked just like their dad, but carried the gentleness of their mother in his eyes and in his smile. It was apparent that this was definitely Gailardia, it couldn't be anyone else.
"Oh..." it was almost overwhelming. Mary's breath hitched as she looked at him, and she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes tearing up. "It's really you..."
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He spotted the tears in her eyes, and immediately lifted both hands, smiling at her in a way he hoped was reassuring. He half felt like crying with her, but he'd too-often cried himself dry as a child in the past. He made a habit of keeping his tears to himself.
"Mary... don't cry, okay?" he managed, swallowing hard. "It's me. I'm sorry we had to meet like this..."
He would have loved to grow up with her at his side, but they'd been given no choice in the matter. At least she looked as happy to see him as he felt about seeing her.
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She stepped closer, holding out her hands, "Come and let me see you." It was unfortunate that she did not know that they would not be able to get much closer than this.
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All until that moment - when she drew closer to him, invading that personal space that no woman had been able to enter since his fifth birthday, and he discovered that even Mary was not excluded from his phobia. As soon as she took that step forward, Guy lurched away from her with a cry, eyes flaring with shock and terror, arms lifting as if to defend himself.
He caught his mistake a moment later, pain replacing his fear once the distance between them was back to how it had been, and a scant second later he was stammering through an apology that wouldn't come. "... M... Mary... I..."
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