He should get serious about practicing, they keep telling him. That he should learn to synchronize with the squad. But what for? He's already good at it, he always points out, but they can practice all they want until they reach his level. He only backs down when that large, vaguely terrifying captain is around, but he's out doing who-knows-what today. Eating babies, probably.
Today's nagging is coming from... ah. It's been nearly a month and Hayato still can't be bothered to remember his name. Nor has he learned how to tell whether his eyes are open or not. He does, however, have the most gorgeous copper braid running just past his shoulders, and Hayato has decided he wants to grow his hair long, too. The whole squad is going to look fantastic but he, of course, plans to be the most dazzling of all. Not that he isn't already.
Come practice, the other young man says again, and Hayato just laughs and refills his teacup. Know who he'd love to be cheering with right now? Those boys across the river. Oh, he can't wait to finally meet them! Everyone had better hurry up and get in shape so they can go over there and impress them.
He can't see his teammate's eyes, but he gets the impression they're being rolled pretty hard. Rude.
An act of selflessness exchanged for a glimpse through the eyes of someone completely self-centered. Sorry for that, Zero.
Hayato flinched away from the reploid, his eyes squinting against a searing brightness that didn't exist in the present. By all means, Zero should have been dead, in that case. A robot body could probably be replaced, but there was no way things like his processors and memory or whatever he ran on would have survived such an explosion.
But what was important was everything else in the memory. Hayato may not have known who the distressed voice calling out to him was, or who his foe was, but Zero sacrificed everything just to protect life on earth. Here he was worried about becoming a potential threat, but if he was capable of making a decision like that... There wasn't anything to worry about after all, was there?
Hayato rubbed his chin, regarding Zero quietly for a moment.
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Today's nagging is coming from... ah. It's been nearly a month and Hayato still can't be bothered to remember his name. Nor has he learned how to tell whether his eyes are open or not. He does, however, have the most gorgeous copper braid running just past his shoulders, and Hayato has decided he wants to grow his hair long, too. The whole squad is going to look fantastic but he, of course, plans to be the most dazzling of all. Not that he isn't already.
Come practice, the other young man says again, and Hayato just laughs and refills his teacup. Know who he'd love to be cheering with right now? Those boys across the river. Oh, he can't wait to finally meet them! Everyone had better hurry up and get in shape so they can go over there and impress them.
He can't see his teammate's eyes, but he gets the impression they're being rolled pretty hard. Rude.
An act of selflessness exchanged for a glimpse through the eyes of someone completely self-centered. Sorry for that, Zero.
Hayato flinched away from the reploid, his eyes squinting against a searing brightness that didn't exist in the present. By all means, Zero should have been dead, in that case. A robot body could probably be replaced, but there was no way things like his processors and memory or whatever he ran on would have survived such an explosion.
But what was important was everything else in the memory. Hayato may not have known who the distressed voice calling out to him was, or who his foe was, but Zero sacrificed everything just to protect life on earth. Here he was worried about becoming a potential threat, but if he was capable of making a decision like that... There wasn't anything to worry about after all, was there?
Hayato rubbed his chin, regarding Zero quietly for a moment.
"...Was it eye-opening for you too?"