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srwug_alpha_rp2012-06-18 11:25 pm
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[ Char had been sedated following his bout with depressurization sickness. He also had two cracked ribs from Hambrabi's tail spike piercing his cockpit and pressing the control console into his chest, but his injuries weren't life-threatening, and he was expected to make a full recovery.
That night, however, Char was having strange, vivid dreams, not just caused by the sedative. A familiar voice was talking inside of his mind due to where they were (Solomon), and because of the massive amount of death in the area. This was what Char was dreading. In his dream, he was surrounded by shadows burnt onto the ground by a nuclear blast, four of which resembled Haman, Kamille, Mineva, and Cynthia. He's starting to wake up, though. The last thing he sees as he begins to wake up is Lalah's smiling face, telling him it's not real. ]
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[ Char's awake. He's stuck in the infirmary for another 24 hours for observation, and he's on some mild pain meds for the broken ribs. But... he looks depressed, disheartened. Maybe a little discouraged. Talk to him? ]
[ Char had been sedated following his bout with depressurization sickness. He also had two cracked ribs from Hambrabi's tail spike piercing his cockpit and pressing the control console into his chest, but his injuries weren't life-threatening, and he was expected to make a full recovery.
That night, however, Char was having strange, vivid dreams, not just caused by the sedative. A familiar voice was talking inside of his mind due to where they were (Solomon), and because of the massive amount of death in the area. This was what Char was dreading. In his dream, he was surrounded by shadows burnt onto the ground by a nuclear blast, four of which resembled Haman, Kamille, Mineva, and Cynthia. He's starting to wake up, though. The last thing he sees as he begins to wake up is Lalah's smiling face, telling him it's not real. ]
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[ Char's awake. He's stuck in the infirmary for another 24 hours for observation, and he's on some mild pain meds for the broken ribs. But... he looks depressed, disheartened. Maybe a little discouraged. Talk to him? ]
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As in, he's been shot three times, one of which was a through-and-through and another perforated his lung. "But... thank you. I love you... Haman."
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It wasn't that she thought he might die, but at a moment like this she needed him, and he would be unable to provide. It would be unfair to ask at such a time. His injury and defeat was only the straw that broke the Haman's back.
"I love you too, Char." Haman coo'd back softly. "How are you feeling?" It was probably a stupid question, but just hearing his voice made her feel a bit more centered, the stroking of his thumb bringing her back to safe place he had held build inside her heart.
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"Always." Haman smiled a little, though it was a bit hard. It seemed like Civil War was at the door, but the war Haman feared the most was the one she feared was coming between them.
"Beside you is the only place I really want to be."
Haman sat there quietly for a long moment, enjoying the comfortable silence, looking at him with soft eyes.
"But you've been worse too. You'll be alright." She squeezed his hand.
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Mineva. She was too young likely to even understand what was going on with Delaz and Gato, or why the Council of Admirals was having an emergency hearing that night to vote to strip Delaz of his rank and court martial him on the charges of Treason, Terrorism, Unauthorized Use of a WMD, Jeopardizing an Ongoing Military Campaign, Conspiracy to Commit Regicide, Accessory to the Attempted Murder of an Officer, and several counts of Jeopardizing Diplomatic Relations, in regards to the White Chalice. All in all, Delaz was looking at the firing squad if he were caught alive.
"Will you... Stay with me, Haman?"
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It was jarring to him him asking for her to stay, it made her heart trembled in her chest, just as his fingers did. She got up off the floor, and perched on the edge of bed, one hand still holding his, while the other moved to push a wayward curl behind Char's ear.
"Of course." She stroked his cheek gently, with the back of her hand, did her best to push the thoughts of war farther from her mind.
It was unfair to put him on the spot right now, when he was so weak from the battle, but Haman couldn't take carrying around the suspicions anymore. And at least, well, he couldn't do anything to her right now... if this question lead where she thought it would.
"Char... I have to... ask you something." Her grips on his hand became loose, and shaky. Her eyes wide as she looks down on him with fear and adoration.
"Who are you?"
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But when he felt her grip weaken... that question nearly made him choke. What did she mean? She couldn't mean...
"What do you mean, Haman?"
He'll play ignorant, for now. Because she can't possibly know.
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"You know what I mean." She looked down at him, fear and frustration mingled in her expression. "You think you're so smart, but already twice I've heard the truth for others." Haman's words and touched remained soft, as if she feared she might shatter this whole delicate illusion. "Even your sister makes no secret of it." Her face pinched, and her sight became blurred with hot tears that would not fall. "Casval Rem Deikun."
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"... Yes. It's true."
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She had already known the truth, but to hear him admit to her was like a knife in her back. She flinched back, and looked even more weary if it was possible.
" When...? When where you planning on telling me? Or..." And this what she feared most of all. "Was this all a ruse to regain power for you family? It was your idea to make me the regent... was this part of your plan all along?" She only asked him this now because he was to weak to fight back, to do anything about it. Haman tried to keep her fears hidden but it was impossible, she was to tried to keep up any illusion of strength right now. "Am I... just another one of your plots?"
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Char reached out for her hand, grabbing it tightly. "I will always believe in my father's ideals... but I won't risk my sister's life for it."
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Haman snapped her hand back, pulling it away from, the look on her face somewhere between disgusted, and heart broken.
"The deaths of everyone else's sisters is alright with you then." Haman though of Selena and Marlene, and this only caused her stomach to drop lower between her knees.
"I can't believe..." She stopped herself.
Couldn't believe what? That the Red comet was keeping a secret, or that he admitted it so openly? It was hard to shake the suspicion that he was merely using her for his own personal benefit, even now.
The foundation of everything she stood upon had been shifted, cracked. There where so many variables, so many different outcomes from this.
"Maybe you should tell Sayla to stop running around telling all your secrets. I have a civil war on my hands, I certain the people would find this just as jarring as I have." Haman swallowed her own emotion, and hid them behind the mask of duty. "Though I suppose, rightfully... they are your people... not mine..." Haman was just at a loss. Did this change everything, or would it strengthen the bond between them? After all if Char was in fact the rightful heir, not Mineva, wouldn't it be easy enough for him to usurp power through Haman, instead of around her?
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Char's eyes narrowed. "Is that really all you care about? Power? Who has a right to rule? Colonists are dying because of the Titans, and you'd rather argue about birthrights?" Char shook his head. "We can argue about this as long as you want later. I'm not going to sit around and let the Titans continue to kill the very people my father fought to save."
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Haman found she had put herself in a very bad position. Tried and trembling, she realized too late that she should have chosen her words more carefully.
"Of course I care! I have to care!" She tried to defend herself, putting her hands to her chest, and biting her lip.
"Now of all times, it is important! Char, either we wanted it or not, civil war is what we are faced with now. How can I not be worried about things like power! I have a hard enough time keeping it together as it is!" She realized of course she was shouting at a wounded man, a wounded man she loved more than all the stars in all of space, more than the power, more then duty, she loved him above all over things. Haman sat back down beside his bed and put her face in her heads. She knew she had done wrong.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so..." Haman didn't want to say it aloud. To do so would be to admit weakness, but there was no point in hiding from him now. "Frightened."
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Char sighed, and shook his head. "I am too. Even during the One Year War, we were outnumbered ten to one. Now, it's more like a hundred to one, even with Delaz's nuke." Char reached out for Haman's hand again. "Zeon doesn't need Casval Rem Deikun right now. It needs the Red Comet. And I'm content with that."
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That was it, it was the last of the energy she had left. As he spoke Haman found it harder to keep her eyes dry.
"I am a fool... to have doubted you, of all people. But would I have been more foolish to swallow my suspicions and let them devour me from within?" She took his hand and held it tightly, looking up with red, tried eyes. "I would give you the world if you asked for it. Burn the length and breadth of sky until all our adversaries turned to dust. Forgive me, please, I need you. As long as we stand together, it shouldn't matter what name you wear." She shook her head, obviously remorseful for her own actions.
"I love you."
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"You're already forgiven, Haman. I love you, too."