"I have never wanted this war to become what it is. I just want everyone to have peace and safety. Some of my soldiers just took it the wrong way." He says as he places his head in his hands, his tawny brown hair falling in his face and over his hands. She sighs as she watches him in destress, not knowing whether to take him in her arms and hold him to comfort him, or to ridicule him once again.
"Sir... It may not be what you want, but it's what's happenned. You're men have lost control. They have no respect for the "lesser" people in the universe. The ones that arent lucky enough to be serving you in this war. I would concider it a great honor to fight beside you." she leans over, taking him in her arms and hugging him gently. "You and Zechs have been kind to me. The only thing you could have avoided was the handcuffs" she rubs her wrists which are still in handcuffs. "Oh, and, forgive me for not answering your question earlier. My name is Martha, McMillon."
He lifts his head and his eyes seem to light up instantly, as he takes her hand in his and raises it to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles."A pleasure, Lady McMillon." he smiles that usual charming smile of his, the one where it makes you feel as if there's nothing else but him, and that smile. "So you do understand... about this war, and why it must be fought?"
"Treize, any war is senseless, but it will always exist." she says with a sigh, her eyes downcast as she blushes slightly. "War exists in each of us, you can never fully eleminate it. Once one war ends, another one will shortly begin. I understand, that if we just stop fighting, we will be destroyed. That is why you must fight, why you must keep going, pushing the limit. There is nothing wrong with fighting for what you believe in. It is wrong, though, to hurt the innocent in the fight. You destroy more than you help."
Treize blushes himself as he notices that her hand is still in his, quite shocked at her words, how she understands war better than most of the soldiers in OZ, or the enemy for that matter. "Miss McMillon..... how.. did you become so wise.. about war? I'm sorry, the question seems funny, maybe even a little scarcastic... but, you are so right. Yet you're so innocent, to know these things, about death and war. You're too kindhearted to be so focused on these dismal things." He brushes his gloved thumb over her knuckles slightly, as he notices a small tear forming in her eyes.
"I am part of this war now, reluctantly pulled into it. Just because I seem innocent, and kindhearted, doesnt mean that I havent seen my share of death, and I've had my own personal wars with myself. Trying to decide between carrying on with the everyday toil of my family's arguments and disaprovals, or to just leave, and let them go on living without me, but, you've solved that problem now, havent you?" The tear falls, dripping into her half eaten biscut. Her eyes close as she sighs. She may be nothing more than a prisoner here, doomed to never return to her home and friends again, but, at least she's mainly free now.
"I honestly dont see how anyone could ever dissapprove of you. You're so kind, and I'm sure you excel in everything that you do. You and I are kindred spirits my friend... both had troubles and trials so early in life. That's what makes us wise... and also what makes us strong." He lifts her head and gently kisses the tear away as he stands. "I will show you to your room now. We've had the finest and most elegant prepared for you. If there is anything else you wish, please feel free to ask." He stands letting go of her hand and heads to the door. She quickly follows behind after putting away her dirty dishes and scraps, not sure what to make of what just happened. She follows him down a long hall and into an elevator where they chat about her likes and dislikes. |
