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The ship moved.
Not toward any destination yet — through, the direction of a vessel that was between things, that had left one place and had not arrived at the next.
The stars outside the viewport moved with the slow patience of things that were very far away and were not in a hurry.
Inside, the common room.
The group had found positions.
Not the positions of a confrontation — the positions of people who had been through something together and had arrived in the same space and were now accounting for the fact that the space also contained Kaizar.
Gyumi had gone to the kitchen.
Not because she was not paying attention — because the kitchen was where she went when she was processing something, and she processed best when her hands were doing something useful.
Tenkai was in the corridor outside the common room. His arms folded. Present without being in the room — the position of someone who was available if the room required him and who had decided the room did not currently require him.
Charo and Chara were in their position at the common room's edge. Charo watching. Chara sitting with her hands in her lap, looking at Kaizar the way she had been looking since she said the thing she had said.
Astria was beside Astra.
She had not said anything since the ramp.
She was present with the quality of someone who had done what they came to do and was now simply being in the aftermath of it.
Astra sat across from Kaizar.
He sat in the way he sat when he was not performing sitting — fully, the way someone sat when they had stopped managing the impression of the sitting and were just there.
He looked at Kaizar.
Not with anger now.
The anger had been there and it had been real and it had done what it needed to do by being present. Now it was still there but further back, making room for something that needed to be closer than anger could be if anything useful was going to happen.
He breathed.
Astra : "Tell me."
He said it.
He said it simply.
Kaizar looked up from the floor.
He looked at Astra.
Kaizar : "Tell you what."
Astra : "Whatever you are carrying."
He said it.
Kaizar : "You don't need—"
Astra : "I know I don't need to. I'm asking."
He breathed.
Astra : "You are on this ship. And you are carrying something that has been making you hurt people who are not the thing you are actually trying to fight."
He looked at Kaizar.
Astra : "And I have been on the other end of something like that before. Not from someone else — in myself."
He breathed.
Astra : "So tell me."
Kaizar looked at him.
At the silver eyes.
At the white jacket.
He breathed.
He looked at his hand.
At the blood.
He had not cleaned it.
He had not cleaned it since the planet.
He looked at it.
He breathed.
Then he told it.
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Not the way it had been in the flashback — not the whole of it at once. The way people told things when they had been carrying them for a long time, which was in pieces, in the order that the pieces came to the surface rather than in the chronological order that the pieces had occurred.
The Cursed Dragon Clan first.
The black kimonos and the dragon masks.
The way they had moved through the Angel Realm.
He told it with the flat quality of someone recounting something at a distance that was not geographic but emotional — the specific distance that people put between themselves and the things they could not afford to be close to while describing them.
He told it and the room received it.
Chara held her necklace.
Charo had gone very still.
Tenkai in the corridor — his arms unfolded at some point while the telling was happening. His arms at his sides.
Astra listened.
He did not interrupt.
He did not fill the silences.
He let the telling find its own pace.
Then Jena.
He told it differently.
He told the sea first — the holy sea, the blue of it, the way she had run into it in her clothes after the grand war with the laughter of someone who had found the sea on the other side of the worst thing and had decided the sea was what was needed.
He told the evening.
He told the warmth of her family's house.
He told the story he had told about her in front of her parents — the embarrassing moment from the war — and when he told it the tone was different from what it would be now, the tone of what it had been when he was still in it, when the embarrassment was funny and the house was warm and the laughter was the sound of the room.
He told the hand on his.
He told what he had said.
He told himself saying shut up to the person who was asking him not to go.
He said it flat.
He said it with the quality of someone reading the sentence of the worst thing they had ever done as plainly as possible because plainness was the only available treatment for something that large.
Kaizar : "I told her I didn't need her to think about me."
He said it.
He said it to the floor.
Kaizar : "I told her to shut up."
He breathed.
Kaizar : "And then I left."
He breathed.
Kaizar : "And then she died."
He said it.
The room held the sentence.
Nobody moved.
Nobody filled the silence.
Kaizar : "The Cursed Dragon Clan arrived while I was training. They went through the whole realm. All of it."
He breathed.
Kaizar : "Every Angel Dragon. Every family. Every person I had known since I was born."
He looked at his hand.
At the blood that was still there.
Kaizar : "The shield I built was not sufficient."
He breathed.
Kaizar : "I came back and they were gone."
He breathed.
Kaizar : "And the last thing I ever said to her was shut up."
He said it.
One more time.
As though saying it again was part of the carrying — the specific self-assigned penance of someone who had no other available form of acknowledging what they had done.
The room.
Astria had her hand over her mouth.
Not dramatically — the hand that went there before the decision to put it there, the hand of someone whose body had responded to something before the mind had finished processing it.
Chara's eyes were bright.
She was holding both necklaces.
Charo had not moved.
Astra breathed.
He breathed through what the telling had given him — through the specific resonance of it, the parts of it that found the parts of him that knew what they were.
He breathed.
Astra : "The Cursed Dragon Clan."
He said the name.
He said it with the weight it always had when he said it.
Kaizar looked at him.
Astra : "They cost Haze his life. They cost my father his judgment. They cost you everything."
He breathed.
Astra : "They have been costing everything they touched since before I can account for."
He looked at Kaizar.
Astra : "You are not fighting demons."
He said it.
Kaizar : "Demons invaded my—"
Astra : "The Cursed Dragon Clan destroyed your realm."
He said it.
He said it directly.
Astra : "Demons were not there. The Cursed Dragon Clan was there. And you have been pointing your grief at the nearest available target since because the actual target is harder to reach."
Kaizar looked at him.
Kaizar : "You don't know—"
Astra : "I know what it looks like when someone is fighting the wrong fight because the right fight is unavailable to them."
He breathed.
Astra : "I have done it."
He said it.
He said it without ceremony.
Astra : "I have hit the wrong thing with the grief that belonged somewhere else. I have been in Kaizar's position wearing my own version of it."
He looked at him.
Astra : "I am not telling you that you were right. You killed Argus. That was real and Arkan is carrying that now and it doesn't become unreal because of why you did it."
He breathed.
Astra : "But I am telling you that I understand the shape of it."
He held the look.
Kaizar looked at him.
The golden eyes.
He breathed.
He looked at his hand.
He breathed again.
He raised his sleeve.
He cleaned the blood.
Not completely — the stain of it remained.
But he cleaned the hand.
He looked at the result.
He breathed.
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Later.
The ship moving through the between-places.
Chara found him at the viewport.
She had been looking for him — not urgently, with the patient quality of someone who had decided they were going to find a person and who was taking the finding at the pace the finding required.
She found him at the viewing room.
Standing at the viewport.
Looking at the stars with the specific looking of someone who was not seeing the stars but was using the stars as the available surface for whatever they were actually looking at.
She came in.
She stood beside him.
She did not say anything immediately.
She looked at the stars too.
The two of them.
Standing in the viewing room's low light with the stars outside and the ship moving and the quiet of the between-places around them.
Then:
Chara : "I lost my parents at birth."
She said it.
She said it to the stars.
Chara : "I never had the conversation I wanted to have with them. I never had the chance to say any of the things I would have said."
She breathed.
Chara : "I used to think that was the worst kind. The kind where there was no conversation to get wrong. Where the absence was the total of what there was."
She looked at the stars.
Chara : "But I think there is something worse than no conversation."
She said it.
Kaizar : "Don't."
He said it.
Not angrily — quietly.
Kaizar : "Don't tell me that the last thing you said to someone doesn't matter. Don't tell me she knew how I felt or she wouldn't have wanted this or—"
Chara : "I wasn't going to say any of those things."
She said it.
She looked at him.
Kaizar looked at her.
At the dark crimson eyes.
Chara : "I was going to say that I understand why you can't stop hearing yourself say it."
She breathed.
Chara : "Because I hear the things I couldn't say. And you hear the things you shouldn't have."
She breathed.
Chara : "They are both always there."
She looked at the stars.
Chara : "That doesn't go away."
She breathed.
Chara : "But I have found that it becomes something you carry alongside everything else instead of something you carry instead of everything else."
She looked at him.
Chara : "It just takes time."
She said it.
She said it simply.
Not as comfort — as information.
Kaizar looked at her.
At the necklaces.
At the dark red hair.
He breathed.
He looked at the stars.
He breathed.
Kaizar : "She asked me not to go."
He said it.
One more time.
The sentence he kept coming back to.
Chara : "I know."
She said it.
Kaizar : "And I told her—"
Chara : "I know."
She said it.
She said it not to stop him — to receive it so he did not have to carry it alone in the saying.
She heard it.
He breathed.
She breathed.
They stood at the viewport.
The stars moved past outside.
The ship moved through the between-places.
Neither of them speaking.
Both of them there.