Wufei shook his head in fierce denial. "Of course not!" he growled. "I'm worried about... Heero,and what will happen to all of us if he doesn't snap out of this sooner or later. He hasn't said a word in days, not since we heard about... you know."
Trowa quirked an eyebrow at the other boy and Wufei clarified. "Not that Yuy is the most talkative person in the world even at the best of times, but... I swear he's more of a machine than that computer he's got on his lap. I... just hope he doesn't break and do something stupid."
"Whatever he chooses to do, Wufei, will be in the best interest of the Colonies. You know that."
"I wish I could say that I did." The Chinese pilot turned his gaze on the boy in question, and his dark eyes seemed to darken further. "Tell me, Trowa. You've known him longer than I have. Was he this bad, before... before Maxwell?"
"It's hard to say," Trowa sighed. "Duo knew him before I did, even though back then they weren't... but no. He was bad, but not this bad."
Wufei grimaced, and turned back to look at Trowa. "I don't understand it."
The tall, green-eyed pilot folded his arms across chest, his thoughts turning inwards. "I do. If it were Quatre..."
"I almost wish he were here," Wufei mused. "He could get under Heero's skin..."
Trowa shook himself free of the stillness. "He's needed where he is, at Relena's side. The war they're fighting down there is just as important as the one we're fighting up here, and Quatre and Relena and Zechs are the ones fighting it."
"Charge of the blond brigade," Wufei remarked sourly. "He's needed up here, too, Trowa, danger or no. He’s a Gundam pilot too... and besides, I can't shake Heero out of this black depression he's thrown himself into, and neither can you. Quatre's the only one that can do that right now. And... and maybe his Spaceheart could have given us some information on Maxwell's condition."
"It's an irrelevant question," Trowa said, his voice a trifle flat. "He's not here."
Re: Break
Date: 2006-02-21 10:19 am (UTC)Wufei shook his head in fierce denial. "Of course not!" he growled. "I'm worried about... Heero,and what will happen to all of us if he doesn't snap out of this sooner or later. He hasn't said a word in days, not since we heard about... you know."
Trowa quirked an eyebrow at the other boy and Wufei clarified. "Not that Yuy is the most talkative person in the world even at the best of times, but... I swear he's more of a machine than that computer he's got on his lap. I... just hope he doesn't break and do something stupid."
"Whatever he chooses to do, Wufei, will be in the best interest of the Colonies. You know that."
"I wish I could say that I did." The Chinese pilot turned his gaze on the boy in question, and his dark eyes seemed to darken further. "Tell me, Trowa. You've known him longer than I have. Was he this bad, before... before Maxwell?"
"It's hard to say," Trowa sighed. "Duo knew him before I did, even though back then they weren't... but no. He was bad, but not this bad."
Wufei grimaced, and turned back to look at Trowa. "I don't understand it."
The tall, green-eyed pilot folded his arms across chest, his thoughts turning inwards. "I do. If it were Quatre..."
"I almost wish he were here," Wufei mused. "He could get under Heero's skin..."
Trowa shook himself free of the stillness. "He's needed where he is, at Relena's side. The war they're fighting down there is just as important as the one we're fighting up here, and Quatre and Relena and Zechs are the ones fighting it."
"Charge of the blond brigade," Wufei remarked sourly. "He's needed up here, too, Trowa, danger or no. He’s a Gundam pilot too... and besides, I can't shake Heero out of this black depression he's thrown himself into, and neither can you. Quatre's the only one that can do that right now. And... and maybe his Spaceheart could have given us some information on Maxwell's condition."
"It's an irrelevant question," Trowa said, his voice a trifle flat. "He's not here."