Lingering Will

It was a sobering thought.

She was about to agree that it was best to seek Oz out, but at his next questions, her posture went stiff, her features even more expressionless than before.

"No. Master Vincent was not unfair." She answered almost automatically. Although her memories told her otherwise. How should she put it… "Master Vincent was…Master Vincent was…" She had difficulty getting the words out, unable to shake the unsettling feeling that she wasn’t supposed to be speaking this way.

The change in her expression was easy to notice, even for someone like Terra. It made him curious as to why she would suddenly speak like a robot, although he figured it might have been something he said. He dips his head in apology. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, if I did at all. If you say your master wasn't unfair, then I'll believe you."

Echo looks at the hand for a moment, then shakes it. She has a feeling the gesture isn’t something she’s accustomed to. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Terra. So you are missing both memories of home and of the city? Let me think…There is one person. Master Oz. He knows Echo from home and may be able to assist us.”

     It was pretty understandable. They were given a choice where they could leave the city and go back home, but the memories made would not be with them though they could return to what they had. Those important things he had lost just because of being placed within the confinements of the city. Now what bothered him was the fact, could he truly leave what he had accomplished here. There was so much that he still wanted to do and even because of that, confusion was heavily placed upon him.

     There were people he had debts to repay, people he sworn to protect but how could he protect them if he wasn’t able to see them again? Problematic but that didn’t mean he would dwell on it for so long. He had decided to take a small walk to get his mind off the problem, knowing that the holiday was now upon them where people were together and showing signs of affection, he didn’t see much because of the constant news. But his eyes perked up once he saw someone walking alone. The male running over as he brought himself to link arms with the unexpected other.

People had been abducted left and right in this city, against their will. To be suddenly taken from the world they know and away from the people they grew to love and care about must have been a heart wrenching experience. So as it is, it was completely understandable that many, if not most of the people who had been taken forcibly out of their homes would want to return.

But what of the people who had no more home to return to? What of the people who have found a life here, despite the grim circumstance of their beginnings here in the city? 

These questions plagued the mind of a young man as he walked through the silent streets, the city itself seemingly lifeless as its lifeblood, the citizens, wrangled with their divided thoughts. To go home and forget everything, or to stay and preserve the memory despite the darkness that loomed over them? Though Terra was concerned for others, he himself had decided already.

He was staying. For good reason, too.

"Home..." The word came as a whisper, audible only to himself. Further musing, however, would be interrupted by the surprising arrival of another. Terra nearly tumbled in surprise as someone had just hooked their arm with his. Blinking confusedly, the young man stammered. "I... uh, hello?" What a strange guy, thought Terra. They must have noticed how he had been walking alone all this time. Somehow, that brought a smile to the troubled young male, and nodded.

               MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH

                                   Seemed to be one, at least.

     From what she’d seen, looks in this city could be deceiving. Humans walked as one would expect of the human world, but there were also other existences. Existences that appeared more like Assets than people, yet curiously weren’t Assets at all. This truly was a realm of unfamiliarity. Q didn’t care for it, personally. In fact, there was a question that this entire scenario raised for her, one of personal crisis.

    Assets existed to fight for their Entres. That was it. She had never cared to explore the world the humans occupied, nor for the personal business of her Entre. The extent of their relationship was essentially that of a tool and a user - though Mikuni had for some reason taken moments to spend time of a personal nature with her.

     But this wasn’t the Financial District. Mikuni wasn’t here. There was no need for something like an Asset.

                                …Then what was she supposed to do?

                                                                   Did she have a purpose?

     The human that had she had dropped down in front of was undoubtedly male, she noted as eyes blankly took in his appearance. His choice in clothing was bizarre, unlike anything she’d ever seen with her limited mortal encounters. He seemed perplexed about what to feed her, claiming to possess nothing of that nature, but…

           SNIFF SNIFF

     Q’s nose twitched as the pleasant smell of paper money wafted from his person. “…You do." It wasn’t something a normal person could sense, undoubtedly, but the sickeningly sweet scent tempted the girl to Terra’s side, her movements swift as she drifted past his pockets and…

                                      YOINK!

             MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH

Terra watched carefully as the girl observed him, her robotic, blank like stare a source of curiosity for the male. Meeting new individuals, regardless of their origin and nature, had always sparked a sense of wonder for Terra. He just never had the chance to learn more about them and their worlds since he had been on a mission at the time.

If it was up to him, he'd stop and learn if all he could before moving on to the next world. Not that he could in this world, however. He is stuck indefinitely, it would seem.

Her statement came as a surprise, further confusing Terra. "I... do?" he questioned, not entirely sure himself. He knew for a fact that he had no food on him. But what Terra didn't know was that this girl feasted on currency, not the food he was familiar with. Hive City was generous enough to provide him with starting money(or munny, as they called it) and he had been carrying it around his pocket for a while.

Understandably, when she moved to his side and started sniffing about, it surprised the young male. "W-what... hey!" But she was too quick! She had swiped something from his pockets before he could even move! Terra checked and indeed, his money went missing. He was about to call the girl a thief, ready to engage her in a chase to return what was his.

"Well I hope you find him. There’s a lot of people in this city, so it’s entirely possible. It’s not strange… Not to me. I’m glad at least I don’t bring misery when you look at me."

"Misery?" Terra chuckled and shook his head in disagreement, smiling. "Not at all. If anything, you give me hope. You... you may not be the friend I knew and trained with, but just having his face-- no, your face, is enough to remind me of him." The older male shrugged and put a hand behind his head. "Hah, oh man... I hope that didn't sound too weird or anything?"

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