Perhaps, Lacus will be fortunate that her hopes will hold true. There is nothing to say that there isn't.
It's been weeks in this island resort, with the lot of you who have grown close to one another having evaded loss of certain individuals.
Perhaps it has helped that recent ones, while unfortunate, have not ultimately resulted in too many torn bonds or rifts. Though, that may be subject to differing opinions.
But, the fact remains is this:
No one might have anticipated this person as a victim, considering his general capability among your folk, even if not one posed to stick out like a sore thumb. Still a constant and memorable presence, doubtless usually notable as having an unforgettable levelheadness even in the thick of nonsense. Though, there is no mistaking that midnight colored hair, that motionless body which is slumped against the lab table, missing one arm. Eyes closed, unmoving, with no chance of resuscitation whatsoever.
Wang Lu can probably tell that this might become dire for a certain someone beside him. After all...
Lacus will remember those days of working with this particular individual, a pillar of support as they crafted together things in garden.
Those wonderful days will be cemented doubtlessly in her mind.
Unfortunately, for her, those days are over. Because this certain individual, holding a pair of vibrant golden eyes will never open them again.
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Those things are nice, aren't they?
Perhaps, Lacus will be fortunate that her hopes will hold true. There is nothing to say that there isn't.
It's been weeks in this island resort, with the lot of you who have grown close to one another having evaded loss of certain individuals.
Perhaps it has helped that recent ones, while unfortunate, have not ultimately resulted in too many torn bonds or rifts. Though, that may be subject to differing opinions.
But, the fact remains is this:
No one might have anticipated this person as a victim, considering his general capability among your folk, even if not one posed to stick out like a sore thumb. Still a constant and memorable presence, doubtless usually notable as having an unforgettable levelheadness even in the thick of nonsense. Though, there is no mistaking that midnight colored hair, that motionless body which is slumped against the lab table, missing one arm. Eyes closed, unmoving, with no chance of resuscitation whatsoever.
Wang Lu can probably tell that this might become dire for a certain someone beside him. After all...
Lacus will remember those days of working with this particular individual, a pillar of support as they crafted together things in garden.
Those wonderful days will be cemented doubtlessly in her mind.
Unfortunately, for her, those days are over. Because this certain individual, holding a pair of vibrant golden eyes will never open them again.
Zelkov is dead. ]