#Tales of the Rays Mirrage prison

[somacruising]

Tales of the Rays: Mirrage Prison

Chapter 6: The Atoning Hero and Remorseful Chosen (Part 9)

(Part 8) | (Part 10)

Zelos left the party to take Chester back to the Kerykeion, so now Kratos and Sync have gone to look for where Mithos is hiding out. Let's see what they find!

Sync: …According to Caius’ map, Mithos’ shelter should be somewhere around here, right? I haven’t noticed any signs of it. ……カイウスの地図によるとこの辺りにミトスの避難所があるんだろ？それらしいものが見当たらないけど。

Kratos: …He wouldn’t make it easy to find. Mithos and the rest of us were often being pursued during our former travels. ……すんなりと見つかるようには作らないだろう。ミトスと私たちはかつての旅の間ずっと敵に追われていた。

Kratos: He knows exactly how to keep himself hidden. どのようにすれば身を隠せるかはよく心得ている。

Sync: —Hold it. Something’s here. ——待った。何かいるよ。

Kratos: Is that… この気配は……。

[ NOISHE ENTERS ]

Sync: A monster…!? 魔物……！？

Kratos: Noishe!? ノイシュ……！？

Noishe: Fuaaoo… フォーン……。

Sync: …What’s this…weird thing? Is it your pet? ……何、この変な生き物。アンタのペット？

Kratos: Well…he’s something close. まぁ……そんなようなものだ。

Kratos: So, you were exoflected, too, Noishe. Why are you out here, aren’t you traveling with Lloyd? ノイシュ、お前も具現化されていたのか。何故ここにいる？ロイドと一緒ではないのか？

Noishe: *whines* キュウーンキュンキュン……。

Kratos: …Don’t tell me that you’re here with Mithos? ……まさか、ミトスと一緒にいるのか？

Sync: Ha…? What, you can actually talk to this weird thing? は……？何、この変なのと会話できる訳？

Kratos: Noishe is a highly intelligent life form. ノイシュは高度な知能を持つ知的生命体だ。

[ NOISHE WALKS AWAY ]

Kratos: He seems to want me to follow him. 付いてこいと言っているようだ。

Sync: Hmm, this reminds me of Arietta… まぁ、アリエッタみたいなものか……。

[ SCENE CHANGE TO MITHOS’ SHELTER ]

Noishe: Fuaaooo! フォーン！

Mithos: Noishe, don’t be so loud, okay? ノイシュ、大きな声で鳴いちゃ駄目だよ？

Kratos: Mithos… ミトス……。

Mithos: …Noishe must have brought you here. What a meddler. ……ノイシュが連れてきたのか。お前はお節介だね。

Noishe: *bark* ワフ！

Mithos: What do you want? You didn’t come here by coincidence, did you? 何か用？偶然なんてことはないでしょう？

Kratos: We’ve received a message from someone named Aster. Martel is being held at the Tidal Temple. アステルという人物からの伝言を預かってきた。マーテルは海鳴りの神殿にいるとのことだ。

Mithos: ！？

Kratos: Do you know where the Ocean Temple is? お前は海鳴りの神殿の場所を知っているか。

Mithos: …I do. It’s a temple connected to Mercuria’s villa. ……知ってるよ。メルクリアの離宮から繋がる神殿だ。

Sync: You going to head over there and rampage? 行って暴れてくるつもり？

Mithos: Only if someone has happened to my sister. 姉さまに何かしていればね。

Kratos: I’ll go with you. 私も共に行こう。

Mithos: ………。

Kratos: Some extra strength won’t hinder you. 戦力が増えて困ることはあるまい。

Sync: Hey, if you’re going with him, that means I have no choice but to go, too. ねえ、アンタが行くってことは自動的にボクも行かなきゃいけないんだけど。

Mithos: This guy’s coming with us? Won’t he just be deadweight? こいつも来るの？足手まといなんじゃない？

Sync: You tell me. Want to try me and find out? 言ってくれるね。何なら試してみる？

Mithos: Aren’t you a little out of your depth? I could kill you without even lifting my sword. 身の程知らずも大概にしたら？お前なんか剣を使わなくてもすぐ殺せるよ。

Sync: Then go ahead and kill me, Siscon Boy. だったら殺してみせてよ、シスコン坊や。

Kratos: —That’s enough. Sync is highly skilled, Mithos. You haven’t seen him fight yet. ——いい加減にしないか。ミトス、シンクは手練れだ。それがわからぬお前ではないだろう。

Mithos: I was just annoyed about being underestimated by such a small fry. ボクの力も見誤るような雑魚は邪魔だと思っただけだよ。

Sync: —Why you! ——貴様っ！

Kratos: Mithos, Sync, both of you cut it out! Those who possess true power don’t blindly wave it about. ミトス！シンク！やめなさい。本当に力を持つ者は、むやみにそれを振り回したりはしないものだ。

Kratos: In that sense, both of you are still weak. そういう意味ではお前たちは二人とも弱者だ。

Mithos & Sync: ………。

Kratos: —Mithos, may I ask you something? What is this collection of old books here, are you researching something? ——ミトス。一つ尋ねて構わぬか？ここには随分古い書物も集めているようだが何か調べているのか？

Mithos: I’m looking for information about spirits. 精霊について、ちょっとね。

Kratos: Spirits? Does this have to do with Demitrius’s plan? 精霊？やはりデミトリアスの計画に関することなのか？

Mithos: I don’t care what that deadbeat thinks he’s doing. I’m just…concerned. I’m worried that there might be a spirit version of Martel on this world. あんな死に損ないの考える計画なんてどうでもいい。ただボクは心配してるだけ。精霊マーテルの存在の可能性について。

Kratos: A spirit version of Martel? What are you talking about? Martel isn’t a spirit. 精霊マーテル？何を言っている。マーテルは精霊ではないだろう。

Mithos: —So, you don’t know. Mm…yes, all right. You don’t need to know. For now, at least. ——クラトスは知らないんだね。うん……そうだったね。だったら知る必要はないよ。今のところはね。

Mithos: Let’s get going to the Ocean Temple. I’ll bring us there. それより海鳴りの神殿へ行こう。ボクが案内する。

Sync: What about this Noishe thing? このノイシュとか言う変なのはどうするのさ。

Kratos: Noishe isn’t good with monsters. He should stay here. Or… ノイシュは魔物が苦手だ。この家にいた方がいい。あるいは……。

Kratos: No, it’s fine. Stay here and wait for Mithos to return, Noishe. ——いや、いい。ここでミトスの帰りを待っていてくれ。

Noishe: *whines* キューン……。

Mithos: Noishe, be a good boy. ノイシュ、いい子にしているんだよ。

Sync: …What a weird face. You don’t look that intelligent to me. ……変な顔。知恵があるようには見えないな。

Noishe: *barks* ワフン……。

(Part 8) | (Part 10)

[talesoftheraysen]

Hi~ Thanks for keeping up the good translation work! Since The Rays is shutting down next month, do you think you might get around to translating more events? I know there's lots of them but you are the only real way I get to enjoy The Rays' events now because I can't read Japanese ;^;

Thank you for the question and your support! I (Seine) as the head translator and editor am going to answer this as myself, so this isn't a reflection of the other members' feelings. I'm also going to just talk about the project as a whole and not just regarding events, because I feel as if I could have articulated things a bit sooner regarding our silence.

Currently, the project is in a bit of a weird place. Most of the members got busy with real life obligations and can't dedicate as much time to the amount of work that goes into what we do as they used to, and some of us moved on from Rays. In truth, I actually translated the next chapter of Mirrage Prison years ago, but things happened and it got put on the backburner indefinitely.

I got burnt out myself and took a long hiatus, but I'm back to wanting to translate for Tales, so ideally, I would love to translate more. I actually have another event in the works right now that I'm pretty excited to get out, and that I think many people have been waiting for (it's still in the drafting phase, so I do ask that you have some patience; events take a number of weeks to get out with how much editing goes into both the translation and videos). Even just in a personal sense, it's still my dream to go through Rays and translate the whole story.

I can't make solid promises on anything, which I apologize for. This project always has been and always will be something that's done at the leisure of its members, and I don't feel comfortable speaking for anyone but myself in regards to how many translations will get out. Thankfully though, even after the game shuts down we'll still be able to record things from it.

[feathersnek]

Feather's Tales of the Rays Nostalgia Journey

We finished arc 1 of full voice! To celebrate, I made a highlight video of our journey! (Major Spoiler warning. We do talk about the other arcs)

Rays means a lot to me, and I love the characters and story with all my heart. We've been doing live sub/TL streams starting from arc 1 to experience full voice and take a look at the story again from the beginning!

I'm an amateur with the language, so I was very nervous and still am, but it's been a blast going through the story again with friends. The script changes and voicing made arc 1 so much stronger too!

Soon we'll be starting Mirrage Prison! I'll have subs for the first few videos, with many thanks to the Tales of Rays English Project team for letting me use their subtitles! But after that I'm on my own.

Feel free to come hang out! My schedule is right over here: https://www.twitch.tv/feathersnek/schedule

If you're unfamiliar with the story, but are interested in checking it out, there are a lot of translations out there, including my summaries of Arc 4 on my own Discord!

[spellweavr]

12 and 20 for the tales asks? :)

12. favorite opening/theme song

Tales of the Rays: Mirrage Prison Op, why? i really liked the song and visuals and also i think this where i got alot more invested into rays.

20. best mystic arte

honestly im just going with the one i managed to pull off and it was the magilou and eleanor one lol

[abyssalchronicles]

Trading Attachment Clips Tales of The Rays Vol 1

These are a Kotobukiya shop exclusive, so if you live outside of Japan you’ll need to buy it through a proxy.

[rin-yukiohara]

My babies, and Sara keeps stretching for some reason.

[fimbulvetrxiv]

“We were beckoned on this trip by the light of the Mirrage…” 

[otakunews01]

Tales of the Rays Mirrage Prison PV!! Coming 2018 (mobile).

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeiKTyeLPGM 

[mewnia]

Don’t mind me, just catching up on this rollercoaster and having fun with making myself sad!

[laindir]

Finally took a peek at the new Global Rays update last night and /SOBS...

EVERYTHING LOOKs SO SHINY AWAKENED AND SPARKLING MIRROR FRACTALS EVERYWHERE... too bad the Global server is still meeting its inevitable doom come end of May 2018. And right after giving us this spunky new interface too, and after cramming 1234656 new events/chapters at us for the remainder of Arc I how am I supposed to clear everything in a month?!

Who would’ve known the true Tales traitor of Global Rays was Bamco themselves l o l

gdi bamco

[somacruising]

Tales of the Rays: Mirrage Prison

Chapter 6: The Atoning Hero and Remorseful Chosen (Part 8)

(Part 7) | (Part 9)

It's time to see what Chester, Sync, Kratos, Zelos, and Hilda are up to. Last time, Hilda agreed to help the Salvation Front group infiltrate I Pucelle Castle. Let's see how that's going~

Part 8 (Lotus Imperial Villa)

I Pucelle Castle Armory イ・ラプセル城内武器庫

Zelos: Oh, I hope my sweet Hilda is doing all right. I wish we could have stayed together~ ヒルダちゃん、大丈��かね。やっぱ俺さまも一緒に行ってあげたかったぜ～。

Chester: That wouldn’t have worked out. Hilda can pretend to be a messenger, but we’re outright intruders. そりゃ無理だろ。ヒルダは出入りの商人の使いだって顔ができるけど、オレたちは単なる侵入者だぞ。

Sync: Not to mention the traitors among us. しかも裏切り者がいるしね。

Zelos, Kratos, & Chester: ………。

[ Hilda and Caius enter ]

Hilda: Sorry for the wait—huh? What’s with everyone’s expressions? お待たせ——って、何？みんな妙な顔してるけど。

Sync: Who knows. Ignore them, I thought we were meeting with Shing? That’s Caius. さあね。それよりそこにいるのはシングじゃなくてカイウスだよね？

Caius: Shing was summoned by Mercuria, so I don’t think we’ll see him for a while. シングならメルクリアに呼び出されたから当分会えないと思う。

Chester: What for!? どういうことだ！？

Caius: Mercuria is angry about what happened with Mithos. ミトスの件で、メルクリアが怒ってるんだ。

Caius: They let me go after questioning me about what happened, but Shing started to complain about Kohaku… That idiot… オレは事情を聞かれてすぐに解放されたけどシングはコハクの件で色々文句を言っちまったから……。あの馬鹿……。

Chester: Damn it! How are we supposed to help Ami without Shing!? くそっ！シングがいなきゃアミィはどうなっちまうんだよ！

Caius: I think Hilda said we just needed a Soma. Since Shing can’t be here right now, I brought Kohaku’s Soma instead. 確かヒルダの話だとソーマが必要なんだろ?シングはいないけど、代わ��にコハクのソーマを持ってきた。

Caius: I didn’t bother asking, so Shing might get angry at me later. But this will help, right? 勝手に持ってきたから、あとでシングに怒られるかも知れないけど、役に立つか？

Kratos: I’m sure this will be helpful. May I hold onto it? きっと参考になるだろう。預からせて貰えるだろうか。

Caius: Sure. Just be careful not to break it. もちろん。壊したりしないでくれよ。

[ KRATOS TAKES THE SOMA ]

Kratos: I promise to be careful. 約束する。

Caius: And…about what you said before about helping me out. Were you being serious? それと……前に言ってた力を貸してくれるかも知れないって話。あれ、本気か？

Zelos: Hmm? Did something come up? ん？何かあったのか？

Caius: Nothing yet… But I’ve got a bad feeling that something’s about to happen. まだ何とも……。でもそうなりそうな気がしてる。

Hilda: It’s about Rubia—her friends were taken from the Warrior’s Hall and declared traitors. ルビア——この子の仲間が反逆者として戦士の館から連行されちゃったのよ。

Hilda: I’ve been investigating where they might be being held and I’ve finally come up with a few ideas. 何処に収容されているのか私の方で調べてたんだけどようやくいくつか候補が挙がってきたの。

Chester: Oh Rubia… damn it! ルビアが……。くそっ！

Kratos: …So you still haven’t found Rubia. ……まだルビアの居場所は特定できぬのだな。

Hilda: No, I haven’t. It’s going to take a little more time to narrow it down. ええ。絞り込みにはもう少しだけ時間がかかりそうなのよ。

Kratos: In that case, take this, Caius. ならばカイウス、これを持っておけ。

Caius: A mirrage…? この鏡は……？

Kratos: It’s a communication device. They stopped working after the Mirror Shift, but this one is back in service now. 通信装置だ。鏡殻変動以降使い物にならなくなっていたがまた使えるようになった。

Kratos: You can use it to contact us if you need help. 必要があればそれを使って我らに声を掛けてくれ。

Caius: …Oh, thank you! ……ああ。ありがとう！

Sync: …*sighs* You’re a real softie. You always go the extra mile, huh? ……はぁ、お人��しだね。ほんとゴクロウサマ。

Caius: Oh, right! Everyone, you should all get out of the castle as soon as you can. Nazar and Tigr are coming soon. そうだ！みんな、そろそろ城を出た方がいい。ナーザとチーグルがこっちに来るって話だ。

Sync: A cheagle—oh, you mean that odd blond guy. I thought you were talking about a particularly ugly monster. チーグル？……ああ、あの金髪の妙な男か。ブサイクな魔物のことかと思った。

Chester: It’ll be trouble if we run into Nazar. ナーザと鉢合わせすると面倒だぞ。

Zelos: Agreed. We should get out of here. What about you, my sweet Hilda? そうだな。さくっと脱出するか。ヒルダちゃんはどうすんのよ。

Hilda: —Can you please stop calling me that? ——その呼び方、いい加減やめてくれない？

Zelos: Eeh~!? How about Madam Hilda, then~? ええ～！？じゃあヒルダ様～！

Hilda: No! ぶつよ！

Zelos: It’s so nice of you to let me know ahead of time before you hit me, Madam Hilda~! ぶつ前に言ってくれるなんて優しすぎるぜ、ヒルダ様～！

Hilda: Ah…can one of you do something about this idiot? あー……。この馬鹿何とかしてくれない？

Kratos: My apologies. The Chosen… Zelos just wants to play around with you. すまぬな。神子……ゼロスはあなたとじゃれ合いたいだけなのだ。

Zelos: Why are you saying something like that with such a serious face!? 真面目な顔でそーゆーこというのやめてくれねーかな！？

Hilda: —Anyway! I need to have a few more discussions with Caius about the search for Rubia. ��—とにかく！私はカイウスとルビアの捜索についてもう少し打ち合わせしていくわ。

Hilda: You all should go on ahead. あんたたちは先に逃げなさい。

Kratos: …Caius, where is Mithos? ……カイウス。ミトスはどこにいる？

Caius: Mithos? …I think he’s at the shelter he built in the nearby forest. ミトス？……多分近くの森に作った避難所にいると思う。

Sync: What shelter? 避難所って何。

Caius: …Mithos was getting ready to hide Martel there, but she was kidnapped before he could do that. ……マーテルさんを匿うために準備してたらしいんだ。その前に攫われちゃったけどさ。

Kratos: Can you give us its exact location? 詳しい場所を教えてくれ。

Caius: …Well, I’m sure it’s fine if it’s you guys. Here, I’ll draw you a map. ……まぁ、あんたたちなら大丈夫か。今、地図を書くよ。

Kratos: Hilda, I’ll pass on Aster’s message. Is that all right with you? ヒルダ。アステルからの伝言は私から伝えておく。それでいいか？

Hilda: Yes, it’d be helpful if you would. そうね。そうしてくれると助かるわ。

Chester: Wait. I don’t have time to go meet up with Mithos! 待った。オレはミトスに会いに行ってる暇なんてないぞ！

Sync: Then we’ll have Zelos take Chester back to the Kerykeion. だったら、ゼロスがチェスターをケリュケイオンへ送ってやればいい。

Kratos: Will you be coming with me, Sync? シンクは私と共にくるのか？

Sync: Mark will get angry if I leave you alone. アンタ一人残して帰ったらマークが怒るからね。

Sync: Well, I don't particularly care, but listening to him go on and on would be annoying. I’m doing myself a favor by going with you. まぁ、それでもいいけどしつこくくどくど言われるのも面倒だ。アンタに付き合えば義理は果たせるだろ。

Kratos: …Heh. ……フッ。

Sync: …Tsk. What’s with that knowing expression on your face? I've figured out why Zelos hates you. ……チッ。何もかもわかってますって澄まし顔か。ゼロスがアンタを嫌う理由がわかったよ。

Zelos: Ehehehehe. Right? Glad we’ve finally bonded, Synkun. でひゃひゃひやひゃ。だろー？仲間になれて嬉しいよ、シンくん。

Sync: I refuse to be friends with you, Idiot Chosen. アンタと仲間になるのもお断りだねバカ神子。

Chester: …Who cares, hurry up! Ami is waiting for us! ……何でもいいから急ぐぞ！アミィが待ってるんだ。

(Part 7) | (Part 9)

[pinenappo]

Kocis and Kocis How about that new PV for Tales of the Rays, eh?

[melongumi]

new Edgelord Designs for Ix and Mileena are currently my most favorite thing

[delkios]

Brings My Soul so Close to You (ToRays/ToV)

Please continue to pardon any inaccuracies with characterizations as I still haven't gotten around to familiarizing myself with games other than Vesperia and Rays. Title for Wonders Never Cease by Morcheeba. Thanks to suguelya for giving it a look-through.

(dreamwidth) (pillowfort) (AO3) Title: Brings My Soul so Close to You Fandom: Tales of the Rays, Tales of Vesperia Rating: PG Word Count: 7203 Characters: Flynn, Yuri, Hubert, Estelle, Velvet, Ludger, Mikleo, Ami and Ix Summary: Set in a nebulous post-Mirrage Prison timeframe. Five different looks into Yuri and Flynn's relationship "Yo. You still doing the perfume thing?" Hubert looked up from his book, eying Yuri carefully as he lounged up against the door frame. "I do." Hubert didn't particularly dislike the swordsman but they also rarely interacted, leaving Hubert to mostly know of Yuri through his reputation which... had some worryingly unsaid parts to it. "I thought you didn't care for it." He shrugged, not quite looking at Hubert and Hubert couldn't decide if it was an actual sign of nonchalance or a show of it. "I don't really, but it seems pretty popular with everyone else and there's been a couple I've liked." "Okay, then." He still wasn't sure if Yuri was being honest with him or not but Hubert couldn't really see how this could be a joke. He pulled a piece of paper and pen from a nearby desk. "Did you already have a scent in mind?"

~*~*~*~ "A scent?" "Yes. Your friend, Yuri, came to ask me to make perfume for him- his first, actually -and I realized that I don't believe anyone told you this is something we do." Hubert said, his posture formal but relaxed. Flynn was much more comfortable for him to interact with than Yuri. He chalked it up to mutual military professionalism. "People make requests for what kind of perfume they'd like- specific scents, if they have any in mind -and I try my best to create a perfume to their satisfaction. I will admit that it's been far more successful than I expected." "That seems like a lot of work," Flynn said, "having one person do all that." Hubert chuckled lightly. "Oh, the material gathering is shared with others. Normally I give a list to groups going out foraging or getting supplies. The actual mixing is done by myself." "And it won't be too much trouble making something for me?" "Not at all. Most people reorder perfumes I've made previously so I don't often get a chance to make an entirely new one. I'd appreciate the challenge." "Hm. Where we grew up, perfume was only used by the rich or for special occasions. Even when I was able to afford such things, it never occurred to do so, so I never really gave it much thought." Flynn tilted his head, eyes glancing upward as he thought. "I guess... Yuri?" It took a moment for Hubert to realize what he said. "I'm sorry, you want it to smell like Yuri?" "When we were little, we used to share everything: toys, clothes, even a bed. He was always with me through the hardest years of my life." Flynn laughed, ruffling his hair. "It's embarrassing to admit but my mind eventually came to associate his scent with comfort. I know it's silly but they say smells are closely tied to memories." Hubert smiled, warm and full of emotion. "No, actually. I think that's wonderful." Hubert immediately regretted his words. It took nearly a week of gathering and experimentation before he was finally able to approach Estelle with two bottles of perfume. "Yuri," he said crisply, setting one bottle down, "Flynn," he set the other down, a hand span away. "They actually asked for perfume?" Estelle asked with surprise. Ever since Hubert was persuaded to allow distribution of his perfumes, he'd gotten Estelle to name them. "That's a surprise, I didn't think Yuri liked using anything scented asides from soap. And Flynn always had to borrow perfume from other officers before official events." She giggled to herself as she picked up the bottle Hubert had said was for Yuri. As she opened the bottle, Hubert said, "It's an odd combination and it took me a bit to get the balance right, but I think it turned out well." Estelle sniffed lightly. "It's smells... like the ocean? And something flowery?" "Ocean and cherry blossoms." Among other things to help blend the two scents together. Estelle looked at Hubert for a moment, a slow smile spreading on her face. "Did Yuri pick those?" "Yes," he looked a little suspiciously at her, "why?" "Oh, no. It's just two of the first places Yuri and I went when we started our adventure. We restored a giant cherry blossom tree to protect a village and then we went to a cliff and saw the sea for the first time." Estelle laughed. "Both times Yuri talked about Flynn. I didn't think it was very important back then since I knew they were close friends, but I didn't realize that Yuri isn't the kind of person that casually reveals his thoughts." She swirled the bottle slightly, looking like she was thinking on a memory. "I think he was a little sad he didn't get to share those moments with Flynn." Hubert crossed his arms, thinking over her words. "Flynn's someone Yuri thinks about a lot?" "More than he's willing to admit, I'm sure." Eyes dancing with mirth, Estelle wrote 'Close to the Heart' in decorative script on the bottle. "And this?" She picked up the one for Flynn, opening the bottle and taking a whiff. "It smells kind of familiar." Hubert looked both annoyed and embarrassed. "Flynn said he wanted it to smell like Yuri and at the time his reasoning was quite sweet but then I realized it meant having to steal from Yuri's laundry and it was just such a hassle." He'd gotten caught by Repede of all Nexuses and Hubert had stumbled over his words trying to find an excuse before remembering- dagger and surprising intelligence aside -Repede was just a dog. He still felt compelled to assure him he'd return Yuri's clothes, however. Estelled gave it another whiff. "But you did it. This very much smells like Yuri. What did Flynn say that made you think it was sweet?" "He said that Yuri was with him through difficult times and his mind equated him with comfort." "Aww, that is sweet." She smiled and wrote 'Home' on the bottle. "I think they'll both like it though I don't know how likely they are to actually use it. I'm not entirely sure either of them really understand the point of perfume." "Well," Hubert picked up the bottles, lips quirked into a faint smile, "that's fine. I've been toying with the idea of scent diffusers, I might experiment using these. Everyone treasures things in their own way, after all." ------------------------------------------------- For a moment upon reading the note requesting her assistance at her leisure, Velvet considered ignoring it. In part because she was curious to see how long Flynn would wait for her to show up but mostly because, though Flynn seemed decent enough and Laphicet greatly approved of him, he reminded Velvet of Eleanor early on in their relationship. Though she was fairly sure he wasn't nearly as annoying or frustrating as Eleanor had once been, it wasn't a headache Velvet was particularly eager to relive. Of course, now that she was standing right there in front of him, Velvet really didn't have much of a choice. "What is it?" "I apologize for asking this at the last minute," he gave her a somewhat contrite smile, "but I was hoping you'd be able to help me make a White Day gift for tomorrow." She narrowed her eyes. "Didn't I see you with whole bags of gifts last week?" "Those are return gifts. As much as I would've like to return handmade chocolates in kind, I'm afraid my schedule and the amount didn't make that feasible. But I was hoping to do something a little more personalized for my companions." Velvet had no idea what Flynn's cooking abilities were but the folks from his world- Yuri especially -had been fairly adamant about not allowing Flynn to cook though the use of terms like 'alone' and 'for others' had her more curious than anything. "And you're asking me specifically because?" He looked somewhat embarrassed. "I know my cooking can be... divisive. But you strike me as the kind of person that won't hold back. If you see me doing something incorrectly or suspect, I'm certain you wouldn't hesitate to point it out." Velvet starred at him long and intense but Flynn didn't so much as twitch. "Fine." She pulled her shoulders back, fists planted on her hips and her face was set as hard as the most ruthless military instructor. "You will do what I say and only what I say. You only get one chance at this so the first time you go ignore my orders, I'm done. Understood?" Flynn snapped to perfect attention, "Yes, ma'am!" ~*~*~*~ "I need your help figuring out something for White Day." Ludger nearly jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He turned to find Yuri there, arms crossed and stance as easy as ever. Ludger gave him an odd look. "How am I supposed to help you with something like that? I know for a fact you don't have issues working with chocolates, Elle raved about the bonbons you made last year for weeks." "And if this was for any normal person, it wouldn't be a problem." Yuri tsked. "Unfortunately, Flynn's got a fucked up sense of taste and doesn't care that much for sweets." "...Flynn?" Ludger asked with a slow blink. "You're doing this for Flynn?" Yuri just shrugged as if this was a perfectly normal thing. "Sure. Mileena said on White Day guys are supposed to give gifts to girls and people important to them, right?" "I suppose that's true." He wasn't sure if it actually was. Asides from Kocis and Ix whose relationship was somewhat unique, Ludger didn't think any of the other guys gave their guy friends, childhood or otherwise, a gift. On the other hand, he also didn't want to get into an argument over it. "But why do you think I can help?" "You're more experimental with your recipes than Velvet and they mostly come out pretty good. You might have better ideas how to make a chocolate he'd like." Well, Ludger wasn't exactly immune to praise, especially when it came from someone whose cooking skills he respected. "If nothing else, I can at least try. What are his preferred tastes?" Yuri's expression flattened out, apparently already expecting his words to screw everything up. "Savory. Spicy. Meat." Sure enough, Ludger's thoughts skidded to a halt. He put one hand to a table and the other to his head. "Oh boy." ~*~*~*~ Velvet set down the recipe on the counter in front of Flynn. "Here. The ingredients and technique are simple but the results- when done correctly -make it seem much fancier and complicated than it actually is." She gave him a moment to skim over the paper before slapping her hand on the counter to get his attention. "First lesson: cooking is an art, baking is a science. Experimenting and changing recipes is much easier when you cook because you can constantly taste and adjust the food's flavor. With baking, once it's in the oven, that's basically it. Once it's been cooked, it's near impossible to change the flavor or texture. That means, with the way the ingredients and heat interacts, unless you really know what you're doing," Velvet got right up in his face, eyes deadly serious, "never deviate from the recipe." Flynn swallowed reflexively. "Understood." Velvet watched with a hawkish, critical eye as Flynn pulled the ingredients and dishes out, treating this as seriously as he would a strategy meeting and, while she found that hilarious, it was also understandable. Cooking for someone could leave you feeling surprisingly vulnerable, especially when it was for a special occasion. Even with all her confidence and experience, Velvet still felt that on occasion. She stayed silent and vigilant, speaking up only to instruct Flynn to grease the ramekins more. When he'd done so to her satisfaction and placed them aside, Velvet looked down at the ramekins, going over the count in her head: Estelle, Rita, Judith, one for Velvet to test... "Why are there five?" Flynn paused in measuring out the ingredients, checking to make sure he hadn't miscounted. "One for you, Lady Estellise, Rita, Judith and Yuri." "Yuri?" "Of course. It's a day for men to show appreciation to the people important to them, I can hardly leave out my best friend." ~*~*~*~ After a number of trials and errors- and an emergency shopping trip to restock -the two men were fairly certain they'd gotten a recipe that wouldn't burn while making, wasn't too brittle and wasn't overwhelming. Of course, given the ingredients, neither of them felt qualified to actually judge how good it was. Deciding to stay out of the process for making the chocolate that would actually go to Flynn, Ludger asked, "So why exactly are you making chocolate for Flynn? Especially since you said he's not particularly fond of sweets?" "I told you already," Yuri said, intently focused on his chopping. "I know, I just don't remember you giving something to Karol or Raven last year." "Yeah, well I also didn't spend nearly every moment for over ten years hanging out with them." Well, Ludger had to give him that. Then Yuri added, "Besides, he'd gonna get me something so I need to give him a gift in return." ~*~*~*~ Velvet still seemed unconvinced. "So you're doing this because you think he's going to make you something?" "I know he is," Flynn said with utmost confidence. ~*~*~*~ "What makes you so certain of that?" Ludger asked. Yuri scowled- the one everyone knew was just for show. "Because that's just-" ~*~*~*~ "-the kind of guy he is," Flynn said with a bright smile. ~*~*~*~ Gatherings for gift exchanges on holidays in the dining area was becoming customary, several tables filled with groups chatting and passing things around. Yuri had already given the women of his group their chocolates, each decorated and personalized for each one though they were happy to break off a piece so one of the others could give it a try. Yuri was preening at their compliments. Velvet, part out of curiosity and part to be supportive, helped Flynn bring out the plates before joining her own group. Each small dish had a delicately ridged, slightly tapered cake placed in the middle, liberally dusted with powdered sugar and a bright red strawberry, sliced and fanned out on top. Velvet hadn't even had to give Flynn any direction on it, his eye for detail apparently extended to gorgeous plating. She put her plates down in front of Judith and Estelle, both women's eyes brightening at the sight but there was still something stiff in their posture. "How pretty," Judith said, picking the fork up from the plate but making no move to actually try it. "You followed a recipe for this, right?" Yuri asked, glaring suspiciously down at the plates Flynn set in front of him and Rita. "He did," Velvet answered instead as Flynn took the last remaining seat. "I was with him to whole time." Yuri's glare intensified. "Are you sure?" Velvet glared right back at him. "Do you really think he could sneak something by me? Especially when it comes to food?" "Well, we should at least try it," Estelle said slowly despite her encouragement. She, also, didn't make a move to actually take a bite. Velvet rolled her eyes. "He made an extra and I tried it. I wouldn't let him feed you anything inedible." Yuri grabbed his fork like he was grabbing his sword. "Alright. Here goes." He pierced the edge of the cake, chocolate oozing out from the middle, screwed his face up like he was saying a prayer and shoved it into his mouth. His eyes shot open. "Oh. That's really good." Flynn beamed like he'd just discovered world peace. The girls dove into it a heartbeat later, each heaping praise on Flynn at first taste. Yuri, already on his third bite, paused to slide the package he'd brought towards Flynn. "Here. For you." "Thank you," Flynn carefully worked a finger under the seams, opening the gift without ripping the paper. "You didn't have to, you know." "Yeah, I did. Tried to tailor it to your taste so I don't know if you'll actually like it." It was a seemingly plain bar of chocolate but when Flynn bit at the corner, his eyes went wide. "Yuri, this is amazing!" "Heh. Good to know." Seeing that uncharacteristically soft smile on Yuri's lips, Velvet decided it was best to make her escape. ~*~*~*~ Ludger waited a discreet distance to intercept Velvet. "Surprised to see you playing waiter." "More like reassurance," she said blandly. "That Flynn hadn't accidentally poisoned them." His eyes flickered to the table, then back at Velvet. "Out of curiosity, did Flynn say why he made one for Yuri?" Sensing there was more to it than simple curiosity, Velvet studied Ludger closely. "Because Yuri is his best friend and Flynn was certain he'd make something in return," she said slowly, "why?" "Huh. That's pretty much exactly the reason Yuri said he made something for Flynn." Ludger couldn't quite tell if Velvet was amused, annoyed or apathetic. "So let me get this straight. Yuri made Flynn chocolate as a return gift for the chocolate he made as a return gift for Yuri." "Well," he hooked his thumbs in his pockets, "they weren't wrong about the other getting them chocolate." For a long moment, Velvet stayed quiet. Then, "They're both idiots in the exact same way, aren't they?" "I'm kinda getting that, too." It looked like everyone had or was just about finished with their cakes and there had yet to be any abrupt exits, blanching or chugging down water. All good signs in Ludger's book. "You helped Flynn make chocolate lava cakes?" "Watched, really," Velvet said. "He followed the recipe without any problem, picked up techniques quickly and they came out perfectly fine. Not anything like the kitchen disaster I was expecting. He even did the plating without any help. I don't know what Yuri's talking about." There was a brief pause. "Wait- you said he followed a recipe?" "Of course. I told him he wasn't allowed to deviate even the slightest." Ludger nodded to himself, "I think I get it. Yuri wanted my help making a chocolate bar because he said Flynn has, uh, unique tastes." "You helped Yuri make a chocolate bar?" The question was obvious in her words and, at the face Ludger made, Velvet looked like she almost didn't want to know. "What kind is it?" "It has chopped bacon and ground chili peppers." Her mouth pressed into a thin line, watching Flynn happily take another bite, oblivious to her, Ludger and Yuri's disturbed expressions. "Yeah. Now I get it." ------------------------------------------------- Honestly Mikleo thought the addition of Flynn was one of the best things to happen to the group. He basically took over assigning field and guard duties and helped Cress out with training. It allowed Jade and Leon to focus more on the finance and logistics and intelligence gathering side of things which meant Mikleo really didn't have to deal with an infuriating cryptic or overbearing critic anymore. He was also thankful for the fact Flynn came at it more like a taskmaster than an officer, preferring to ask for volunteers rather than ordering someone for a mission and trying to keep assignments within the person's interests or skill sets whenever possible. A number of Nexuses were or had been part of the military on their respective worlds and while Mikleo's experience with an actual military organization was pretty minimal, it was a relief that Flynn had no interest in restructuring the group into a military framework. Though, he'd admit, the military's tendency to organize and schedule things did come in handy from time to time. There were two kitchens anyone could use at any given time though, by unspoken agreement, the larger one was reserved for those who had cooking duty while the smaller was for those who could cook for themselves so the chef for the day didn't have to cook for everyone. With such a huge group, it was unfeasible to expect one person to feed them all on their own so there were always volunteers to help out in the kitchen. And despite all the work he did, Flynn often checked the kitchen to ensure there was enough people working and was always willing to chip in his own time if staffing was lacking for any reason. Whenever Yuri was on kitchen duty, Flynn, more often than not, was in there with him. It was somewhat surprising, really, given Yuri had be vehement about not allowing Flynn to cook- which didn't stop Velvet from allowing the knight to help her but most things didn't stop Velvet. Then again, Flynn was generally relegated to things like prep, washing and chopping food, getting out tools and dishes, setting things up to serve and cleaning up afterward. Mikleo volunteered to help them when he could, he found the way Yuri and Flynn worked together fascinating. They seemed to have an instinctual awareness for each other, always aware of where the other was and when they were in need of something. It was almost like a dance. Mikleo, conversely, had nearly bumped into or been bumped into on numerous occasion no matter how he tried to keep out of the way. He couldn't help saying, when the food had been set out and the three of them were cleaning up, "You two work surprisingly well in a kitchen." Yuri shrugged, putting some of the food into containers to be taken to those that wouldn't be able to make it to dinner. "We spent a few years working at an inn to pay for board. I cooked, he cleaned." "And did whatever odd jobs the owners needed to have done," Flynn added, taking the dishes Mikleo had washed and drying them off. "Is that how Yuri got to be such a good cook?" "And why Flynn became such a clean freak." Flynn shot his friend a mild glare. "If you knew how some people left their rooms, you'd understand." He turned back to Mikleo with a faint grin, "It was also rather meditative. Not a lot of people interrupt cleaning staff so I always had time to organize my thoughts." "You should've seen it during the rainy season," Yuri grinned, leaning over to look at Mikleo passed Flynn's shoulder. "He'd sit by the door with a mop and bucket, trailing after anyone tracking mud, no matter who it was." "Dried mud is pain to clean up!" Flynn protested. Yuri's eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey, you remember the time you reamed that captain for dumping his filthy cloak on the floor?" Flynn's mouth opened, the beginnings of a justification on his lips when he abruptly froze. His eyes went large and Yuri's grin wicked. Flynn didn't even react when Mikleo nudged his hand with a ladle. ".....that was Captain Schwann." Yuri roared with laughter. "Hell yeah, it was!" He slapped Flynn's back and Flynn closed his eyes with a pained sigh. "I can't believe I'd forgotten about that!" "I can't believe you reminded me of it." "Schwann?" Mikleo prodded at Flynn's hand again until he took the ladle. "Isn't that Raven's old name?" Yuri was still chuckling, smirking broadly. "I'm gonna have to ask if he remembers that." "You don't have to," there was something almost pleading in Flynn's voice. "Oh, I absolutely do. You yelled at him until he went out on the stoop and wrung out his cloak then made him hang it up!" Packing up the last of the containers, Yuri wrapped them up in a large cloth. "I'm gonna take this to Rita and the other eggheads." He gave them a wink. "I'll leave the rest to you!" Then he was off and Flynn glowered after him. Mikleo did his best to stifle his laughter. "He really seems to enjoy pressing your buttons." "Too much, sometimes." He took the last plate from Mikleo who then drained the sink. "But I suppose that's to be expected with childhood friends." "I can understand that. Sorey and I have had our fair share of arguments." "Oh yeah, you two are childhood friends as well, right?" "Yup." With the last of the water gone, Mikleo began to wipe down the sink. "We've been together ever since I can remember." Flynn chuckled, "I can barely remember what life was like before I knew Yuri." He put the dry plate on a stack, taking a portion of it to put into the cupboard while Mikleo put the utensils back in their drawers. "Have you two been together the whole time?" "A little while back we went about three years without hardly speaking to each other. I told myself it was because I was too busy or because of some silly slight from the last time we passed each other by but, I can admit now, it was because I was hoping he'd miss me enough to come back to the Knights." "Was it difficult?" Mikleo asked as they put away the last of the dishes. "Absolutely. Not in the same way losing my parents was or trying to survive on the streets before the inn keeper took us in, but it was a hardship I never had to deal with before: being without my greatest support. But I think it was the best for both of us. Admittedly, Yuri did flounder a bit, but we got out of each other's shadows and grew into our own person." Flynn rinsed off the towel, then wrung it out and began to wipe down the counters. "Introspection is much easier when you don't have someone covering up your weaknesses." His brow furrowed, something inside knotting uncomfortably at Flynn's words. "Do you mean you think being with someone for too long stunts your growth?" "Ah, that did sound like that, didn't it?" Flynn tilted his head to one side as he thought over his words. "Can, I think, would be more accurate. And I'm certainly not suggesting cutting off ties for years is the way to go, but taking a day or two for self-reflection every once in a while is helpful. And, even if something does happen that keeps you separated, you'll realize that you carry a piece of them inside your heart. That the time you spent together and the memory of them has and continues to shape you into the person that you are." Mikleo liked the way it sounded much more. "So?" He asked teasingly, "How did Yuri shape you?" Flynn just laughed. "Oh, patience and forgiveness, mostly." "He certainly strikes me as the kind of person that gets into trouble easily." "True. But mostly I meant forgiving myself." Mikleo paused, then turned to look up at Flynn. "What do you mean?" "Yuri likes to point out my flaws and mistakes. To tease me, mostly, but also to remind me that I'm only human." Flynn grinned self-effacingly. "Sometimes, even though I know better, I expect myself to make every decision perfectly, no matter the circumstances." "So Yuri reminds you to forgive your imperfections?" "Something like that. But also he's been with me through the worst times in my life and no matter how badly I screwed up or the times when I wanted to hate myself, he always forgave me. And even though I have issues with the way Yuri goes about some things, there's no one I trust more, nothing I have more faith in than him." He smiled at Mikleo, something warm and deep that was a lot like being wrapped in the sun. "I figure if someone like him can forgive me when I'm at my worst, then I could learn to forgive myself, too." The sheer faith momentarily took Mikleo's breath away. "That... that's an amazing sentiment. I can't imagine what that's like." Or admit that it made him a little jealous. "Really? Your relationship with Sorey seems quite similar." "Not quite to that level." "You're closer than you think," Flynn said, squeezing Mikleo's shoulder. "You just have to have as much faith in yourself as you have in Sorey." "That can be surprisingly difficult sometimes," he said ruefully. "I know. But that's why you need people like Yuri or Sorey in your life. Someone that will always remind you that, no matter how much you want to give up on yourself, you're still worthwhile." They lapsed into silence, Mikleo lost in thought. That brief pang of jealousy of the bond between Flynn and Yuri- unbreakable, irreplaceable -had faded at Flynn's words. What he and Sorey had was just as deep and strong, just different. And, more importantly, it was theirs. That revelation had Mikleo smiling to himself throughout the rest of clean up. ------------------------------------------------- "Excuse me." Yuri looked down at the hesitant voice addressing him from somewhere around lower-torso level. He recognized her immediately as Chester's little sister. "What's up?" "Um," she said, pressing her lips together and tugging at her skirt. "Can you braid my hair?" Yuri leaned down, hands braced on his thighs so he was eye level with Ami. "That's a weird thing to ask a random person." "Chester said he was gonna do it this morning but him and Cress got called off to do something else and I don't know when they're gonna come back." "There's plenty of women that can braid hair." At least Yuri was mostly sure of this. Ami's mouth twisted, looking much like Ted or Karol did when they were about to admit something they thought was childish and dumb. "When Chester or Cress braid my hair, they always hum or sing me songs and it's... not as comforting when it's a lady." Considering the issues that came up with her exoflection, Yuri didn't have the heart to deny her such a simple comfort. He stood upright. "Well, if that's the case I can't really help you. I've never braided my hair. But," he said as Ami's face fell, "I know someone perfect for the job." When the situation was explained to Flynn, he just nodded and began to remove his gauntlets. "In that case, we'll share the job. I'll braid your hair and Yuri can sing." "Why are you volunteering me for this?" Flynn merely lifted an eyebrow. "Seems fair considering you volunteered me." He noticed Ami's look of concerned and smiled warmly at her. "Don't worry, Yuri has a good singing voice though he hasn't done it much since we were kids. Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable." He hadn't sung much because Flynn used to always watch him with an expression that made Yuri self-conscious. Not that he'd ever admit to it, of course. "I'll hum instead," Yuri announced before all but throwing himself down on the nearby couch, arms crossed behind his head and eyes closed. He heard Flynn ask Ami if she was ready and the little girl's quietly excited reply, then Yuri began to hum. It was one of Ranko's songs, one she said she sang as a duet. Flynn seemed to like it. A few bars into it, Yuri cracked an eye open and watched his friend comb his fingers through Ami's thick hair. From the small smile on Flynn's face, even with the slowed tempo Yuri hummed, he obviously recognized the tune. "How do you know how to braid hair?" Ami asked after a while. "I used to braid Yuri's when we were kids. Sometimes I put flowers and clovers in there." "Really? That sound so cool!" "I also used to help him put his hair in buns and twists, too." "Chester never does fun stuff with his hair and he won't let anyone but me play with it. How come Yuri lets you play with his?" Flynn didn't say anything but Yuri could practically feel the glance his way so Yuri said, "When I decided to grow my hair out, some older kids gave me a tough time about. They'd tease me, pull it, try to tangle it up." Ami made an angry sound. "Some boys did that to me, too, but Chester and Cress never let them get away with it." "Boys are the worst," Yuri said decisively. "They are! They stopped when one tried to put mud in my hair and I punched him in the nose. All the moms wanted Chester to punish me but he couldn't stop laughing." Yuri snickered and he heard Flynn chuckle as well. "Flynn would stick up for me, too. Once, though, one of 'em manage to cut a good three inches out of my hair. That was when Flynn started helping me put it up until I got big enough to fight 'em off myself." "I'm sorry. You have such pretty hair." "Thanks," Yuri craned his neck around to smile at Ami. Flynn was carefully sectioning out her hair on one side. "I talked Flynn into growing his out once but it kept turning into a tangled mess no matter what we tried. Even when it's short like that, he can't do anything with it." "I'm perfectly happy with my hair how it is," Flynn said dryly. "I know you are 'cause no one can tell you haven't brushed it." Ami giggled and Flynn tried to hide the twitching of his lips. "Aren't you supposed to be humming?" "Right, right." When Flynn had finished and handed Ami a mirror to look into, she gasped. "It's so pretty and fancy! Did you braid Yuri's hair like this, too?" A thick braid ran down each side of her head and where they met at the nape of her neck, he'd blended them into one. "No," Flynn said a little wistfully, "Yuri wouldn't let me get too creative with his hair." "But when the girls and young women in our side of town found out how well he braided hair, they came to him all the time to do theirs. Before festivals, there'd be an entire line of women waiting for him." Yuri snickered. "All the guys were so jealous." Flynn just rolled his eyes. "Not like they couldn't learn themselves." Yuri just snickered harder because that had never been the point. "Ami!" Elle half called, half sang as she came in, "finally got back from shopping, did you wanna- oh wow! Your hair is so pretty!" "Thanks!" Ami kicked her legs happily, beaming at her friend. "Flynn did it for me!" "You can do braids?" Elle asked with wide eyes. "My daddy would do it for me sometimes. Ludger tries but they always come out." "If I may," Flynn said, holding out a hand near Elle's hair and running his fingers through it when she nodded. "Hmm. Fine hair tends to have trouble staying up. Yuri's hair is thicker than yours but also pretty fine so I think can make yours work." "He said he can even put flowers in it!" Ami said. "Really?" Flynn laughed. "Why don't you two gather whatever flowers you want me to put in your hair? I can redo Ami's hair after I do Elle's." "Yay!" The girls bolted for the door. "Thanks, Flynn!" After a moment, Yuri sat up on the couch. "You're such a sap." "I may be." Flynn patted the seat Ami had vacated. "Want me to braid your hair while we wait?" "...sure, why not." ------------------------------------------------- He'd been floating on the edge of consciousness for some time before a knocking pulled him out completely. "Yuri? Have you seen Flynn? No one's seen him today." Groggy from lack of sleep, Flynn half-turned to his back. In part to pull out the strands of Yuri's hair that had gotten into his mouth before pushing himself from the bed. It really wasn't big enough for two men to sleep comfortably but neither had the bed at the Comet they shared right up until they joined the Knights. Flynn supposed it was a good thing they'd gotten used to sleeping piled on top of each other long before they reached the age when most boys found that degree of closeness to be awkward. He padded, bare foot, across the floor, putting on a shirt- Yuri's -as he went and scrubbing a hand through his unruly hair. When Flynn opened the door he found Ix there, staring at him with wide eyes. "Oh! Uh... sorry, did I wake you?" "It's fine." He'd worked on less sleep many times before. "Is there something wrong with your room? I know it can't be comfortable having to share a room with three other people. Sorry, Mileena didn't think there'd be so many of you when she made this place." Even with those that decided to stay on the Heimdallr with the Salvation Front, a lot of rooms had to double-up to fit all the exoflected. It was a good thing Yuri had picked one of the smaller rooms from the start, he didn't have to share with anyone but Repede. And now occasionally Flynn. "It's fine," he said again. Before Mileena had gotten around to exoflecting another bunkbed in one of the larger rooms, Flynn shared Yuri's bed. Just like old times. "And I enjoy my roommates." Sharing a space with Asbel, Hubert and Kor was a lot like living in the barracks before Flynn became an officer. It was kind of nice. A few had offered to give him a room of his own in deference to his rank but he'd been adamant about not turning this into a military operation or getting special treatment. "Then I'm interrupting something private." "Ix." When he looked up, Flynn just gave him a warm smile. "It's alright. There's nothing you need to worry about." Ix hummed, gaze dropping again and it took Flynna a moment to realize Ix's eyes were caught somewhere around sternum-level. Flynn looked down at the star-burst shaped scar on his chest- more of a burn, really -perfectly framed by the edges of Yuri's shirt. "Ah. That. I'm sure you understand," he told Ix with a faint smile, "it's better to risk your life than someone you love." His expression went pensive, something Flynn was quickly learning was fairly common on the young man. "It must have been painful." Flynn thought back about how hard it was to breathe, not just from taking Alexei's attack to his chest but from hearing that Yuri had gone missing, that he must have fallen off Zaude. How, day after day, ships and soldiers combing the ocean and shore would report back to him having found nothing. Then, one day, with his hope just a tenuous string, he'd gotten a letter from Estelle saying Yuri showed up in Zaphias, injured but well, and they were off to Zopheir to test a hypothesis of Rita's and for the first time in a week Flynn could breathe clearly. "Yes," he said softly, "but it was worth it." Ix gave a little huff of laughter. "I'm kind of envious how open you are about these things." "Well," Flynn looked over to where Yuri still lay on the bed, having scooted over to take up some of the space Flynn had vacated. "It took a lot of time and hardship to get to this point." He looked back at Ix and smiled. "But that was also worth it." When Ix's pensive look remained, Flynn asked, "Is something on your mind?" "I..." he bit his lip, visibly gathering his thoughts. "I agree that taking on danger in order to protect those I care about is worth the risk but... are you ever frightened about the thought that the person you care about thinks the same? That they'll take on the danger to protect you?" "Of course," Flynn said without hesitation. "If they weren't important to me, it wouldn't be frightening. It can be difficult, even painful, when they take that burden for me, but I'd imagine it hurts them just as much to see me take theirs. And because they're important to me, I have to respect their wishes. There is, however, a vast difference between respecting someone's wishes and allowing them to act thoughtlessly and recklessly." He sighed, memories bubbling up in the back of his thoughts as he spoke. "There may certainly be disagreements as to which side of that line someone's decision falls on." He gave Ix a gentle look. "However, while one's willingness to sacrifice themselves for the sake of others can be noble, I think it's better to protect each other and face the danger together." Ix's his smile was subdued but bright, something in his eyes settling more comfortably. "I'm glad you're here. Having so many unique and eccentric personalities can be fun but also really draining to deal with. It's nice to have more people mature enough to give open and sensible advice around." Flynn laughed quietly. "Well, I know not everyone appreciates that. But I'll endeavor to help out whenever you or any of the others need me." "Sure, just remember to take care of yourself, too. And let me know if you ever need anything. We're in this together, after all." Ix waved before retreating down the hall. Closing the door, Flynn shrugged out of the shirt before brushing Yuri's hair out of the way and sliding back into bed. "Wuzzit?" Yuri murmured, still mostly asleep. "Ix." "Wha'd he want?" "I think the shock of seeing me partially dressed in your room first thing in the morning made him forget to ask. Sorry. Pretty sure he thinks we're sleeping together." Yuri let out a soft, amused snort. "Not inaccurate." He turned his head, not enough to actually see Flynn but enough so Flynn knew he was irritated. "Yer lettin' the cold air in." "Move your legs, I'm about to fall off the bed." Yuri let out a put-upon sigh, shifting his legs enough so Flynn could tangle his own with them. They lay there, pressed skin to skin, one of Flynn's arms resting comfortably over Yuri's waist, breathing matched long and slow. After a while, however, Yuri said, "Can feel you thinkin'." "Sorry." "Don' be sorry. Sleep." "I don't think I can." "Still tired, aren't ya?" "Yeah," Flynn admitted. He started to move again. "But if people are looking for me, I should get up. There's plenty I could be-" "Nope," Yuri didn't move his face from the pillow but he grabbed at Flynn's wrist. "Yer nightmare's bad 'nough you came to me in th' middle o' the night, you need ta sleep in." Then, before Flynn could protest or argue, "Repede!" Almost instantly the bed dipped and Flynn looked down just as Repede settled his head heavily on Flynn's thigh. The man sighed, letting his head drop back down next to Yuri's. "Try'n move now." Yuri shifted just enough to send a smug, sideways look to Flynn. "Don't wanna disturb our sweet li'l puppy, do ya?" Glancing down at Repede, the dog merely stared back at Flynn, amusement clear in his one eye. Flynn sighed again, body relaxing. "You're both terrible." Yuri chuckled, drawing Flynn's arm further around him. "Love you, too." Flynn just pressed his face against Yuri's back, hiding a smile in his hair.

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