Post by faultylogic on Sept 20, 2010 17:58:36 GMT -5
Near the outskirts of the battlefield, Roslyn was less a participant and more of an observer. There were some occasional enemies, but nothing that she couldn't handle. However, most of the time, she just watched the battle. The sudden flickering of lights, like a star being born then suddenly extinguished, was almost beautiful, if not for the fact that it meant the loss of another life. But these brief flickers, as bright as they can be compared to the darkness of space, are but mere background noises.
Two extraordinary life, flaring strongly in her mind, was constantly distracting her throughout the battle, emitting a strange mixture of vengeance, pride, anger and sadness. For whatever reason, these two pilots are out there, fighting each other and ignoring everything else as if they are the main characters of the story and everyone else was an extra. And judging from their presence, they probably are.
Roslyn could never understood why Gwen paid so much attention to Newtypes. She, herself, thought Newtypes are an exception to the rules of life. She didn't detest to being a Newtype, but she never thought she belonged. But here she is, sensing the dramatic scene unfold before her, these two people trying to live their lives to the they can, while trying to end the other's. It was heartbreaking and exhilarating at the same time. There were the presence of others, not as strong as those two, but they were also trying to live, to survive.
In this moment, Roslyn almost felt as if her kind is what humanity needs the most. A way to communicate with another, to understand each other without a word spoken. In that briefest of moment, Roslyn appreciated what Gwen has been trying to do for her for the past year. Of course, she will never tell her that, nor the fact that there are actually this many Newtypes in the world. She would charge the Zinnia deep into the battlefield if she knew that.
Still, it is nice to know that she isn't as different as she once thought to be. Even though some were her enemy, she had secretly hoped they would survived to the end, but the desire of one person is meaningless in these times, as a few of them disappeared from her mind. All she can do is to remember their presence, as small and weak as it is compared to everything else, and give them the recognition that they deserve.
Then, she felt the presence of another, more familiar person, in front of her. She looked ahead and saw a Zaku approaching her and gave off flashes of light. As hard as it is, Roslyn pushed aside everything else and smile to no one but herself. She played with her controls and replied with a series of flashes. "Yeah, we are done here. Let's go home."
Two extraordinary life, flaring strongly in her mind, was constantly distracting her throughout the battle, emitting a strange mixture of vengeance, pride, anger and sadness. For whatever reason, these two pilots are out there, fighting each other and ignoring everything else as if they are the main characters of the story and everyone else was an extra. And judging from their presence, they probably are.
Roslyn could never understood why Gwen paid so much attention to Newtypes. She, herself, thought Newtypes are an exception to the rules of life. She didn't detest to being a Newtype, but she never thought she belonged. But here she is, sensing the dramatic scene unfold before her, these two people trying to live their lives to the they can, while trying to end the other's. It was heartbreaking and exhilarating at the same time. There were the presence of others, not as strong as those two, but they were also trying to live, to survive.
In this moment, Roslyn almost felt as if her kind is what humanity needs the most. A way to communicate with another, to understand each other without a word spoken. In that briefest of moment, Roslyn appreciated what Gwen has been trying to do for her for the past year. Of course, she will never tell her that, nor the fact that there are actually this many Newtypes in the world. She would charge the Zinnia deep into the battlefield if she knew that.
Still, it is nice to know that she isn't as different as she once thought to be. Even though some were her enemy, she had secretly hoped they would survived to the end, but the desire of one person is meaningless in these times, as a few of them disappeared from her mind. All she can do is to remember their presence, as small and weak as it is compared to everything else, and give them the recognition that they deserve.
Then, she felt the presence of another, more familiar person, in front of her. She looked ahead and saw a Zaku approaching her and gave off flashes of light. As hard as it is, Roslyn pushed aside everything else and smile to no one but herself. She played with her controls and replied with a series of flashes. "Yeah, we are done here. Let's go home."