He had a smidgen of empathy. Not for those around him, but for himself and a tad more than he held before the war.
"If we don't escape this island with a look out, then all will be for naught." This wasn't his servant. Why was he even here? Reiju was healthy and resting up post battle. He should have been attending her not him.
"My Sister sent you did she not?" It wasn't a battle of pride this night. It was a rescue mission. A type of mission the siblings never did before this night. Out of character for them, but with Reiju beside him, Ichiji had gained some insight into Sanji's world.
" Keep the coat, you need it more than I do. I'll manage fine without it. " Arms crossing across a chest, he felt no cold, heat or rain. His exoskeleton helped aid his body's protection from all elements. Plus his unexpected comainion, forgot to mention that Ichiji kept his raid suit on his person. Which he could put on at any time he desired. As long as he kept the container with him, he'd have access to it.
" We are few in numbers due to the current crisis. Make certain that the others are well off and living before you come to me. I'll be exchanging my guard duty with my sister in a few hours time. Dawn to dusk. " The slow snail was their last set of snails. It understood the quantity of life over the quality at this moment.
Elliot nods as he takes a step back and holds the coat to himself. Acts of kindness did not have a place in Germa Kingdom, as a lion lapping at his wound was not meant to be disturbed after a long fight. The aching open disgrace was still over the princes’ heads, the first real defeat was no more than a wake-up ice water bucket in a sweet, ignorant dream.
The servants stand at the side quietly. It was true that Reiju had a kindness to her, one that she had long ago tossed to the side when Sanji escaped. But that was the way life worked between the crushing mauve walls of Germa. The royal family was as much as its ruler as chained to the heartless acts under His Majesty. Well, now no more-
Maybe Lord Sanji’s intervention has set a new chapter for Germa. it was all new and a testing phase as Ichiji took on the reigns long meant for him to carry. Judge was still licking his wounds, while they kept on moving. It was true that his word did not hold the same weight anymore and the soldiers could feel that in the air. And he had seen Reiju look at her brothers differently now, for once, her reserved emotions were no longer another poison for her body to handle and she could breathe in the new Kingdom. Elliot had seen as if she was not breathing toxins as she walked through the castle, or at dinner with her brothers; no longer did she need to accept the corrosion to survive or the disdain for humanity that the superhumans had by His Majesty Judge’s self-proclaimed right.
Even so, the Masters were not questioned. If anything… Hazel eyes slowly opened with a flutter of long lashes looking at Ichiji’s back, his red hair, and the way his clothes shifted with the cold air. Even wearing his black clothes he could still see the way his white cape fluttered with the symbol of Germa soaring with a new horizon.
“I shall notify her, Master Ichiji. Excuse me,” he bows carefully and without a movement less or more, precise twists of dressing shoes and the click of soft heels on the gravel making note of his leave. He would need to make sure the troops were ready, but it was true, he should look after the rest before going to Ichiji. Even if Lady Reiju did order him to bring him the coat in his arms. The soft plush brushes his neck and cheek, the golden chain holding his glasses stroking the pelt before he lifts his eyes to the flag of the palace. Germa was a soaring eagle, that had been attempted to be shot down from the air at its highest. But thankfully, it burned bright once more.
Ready to soar again through skies.
