Quatre scrunched his brow in thought, then winced. “I don’t think so, Trowa,” he replied after a moment of contemplation. “I usually don’t forget a face, and I’m fairly certain I’d remember him if I’d seen him before.”
“That’s what I thought too,” Trowa sighed, then shrugged. “Who knows, maybe Heero will be able to find out more about him. He’s apparently decided to adopt this stray.”
“Really!” Quatre’s eyes brightened. “I’m glad. Heero could use the company, and the boy needs help...”
“Is there anything you can do for him?” Trowa asked gently, and he wasn’t referring only to the stranger’s physical state.
Quatre just sighed. “No. No more than I was already doing. I’m a doctor, dammit, not a lion tamer!” 2 He frowned in profound irritation; the thought that there were injuries he couldn’t heal was a blow to his pride as a healer.
“And a very good doctor,” Trowa reassured him. Quatre just glared at him for the condescending tone, but Trowa was unfazed. “Seriously, Quatre. Heero wouldn’t have brought the boy to you if he didn’t believe that you could help.”
“Hmph,” Quatre muttered sourly. “Goody for Heero.”
“That’s not the Quatre I know,” Trowa admonished mock-sternly, but his tone turned serious. “What’s bothering you?”
Quatre scowled for a moment longer, before bursting out, “How can anyone be so cruel? That boy’s been brutalized! How could any person want to do that to another person? I don’t understand it! What kind of animals are they?”
“They aren’t animals, Quatre,” Trowa said grimly, and the old, deeply-buried pain in his voice made Quatre look up at him, startled; his lover’s sea-green eyes were distant. “Animals are never that cruel. Animals don’t do these things to each other. Only men.”
Quatre shivered, and didn’t object when Trowa drew the gentle healer into a comforting embrace. “I don’t understand it,” he repeated, softly this time. “I just don’t understand.”
“I’m glad you don’t, Quatre,” Trowa murmured to him. “I hope you never do.”
Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:16 pm (UTC)“That’s what I thought too,” Trowa sighed, then shrugged. “Who knows, maybe Heero will be able to find out more about him. He’s apparently decided to adopt this stray.”
“Really!” Quatre’s eyes brightened. “I’m glad. Heero could use the company, and the boy needs help...”
“Is there anything you can do for him?” Trowa asked gently, and he wasn’t referring only to the stranger’s physical state.
Quatre just sighed. “No. No more than I was already doing. I’m a doctor, dammit, not a lion tamer!” 2 He frowned in profound irritation; the thought that there were injuries he couldn’t heal was a blow to his pride as a healer.
“And a very good doctor,” Trowa reassured him. Quatre just glared at him for the condescending tone, but Trowa was unfazed. “Seriously, Quatre. Heero wouldn’t have brought the boy to you if he didn’t believe that you could help.”
“Hmph,” Quatre muttered sourly. “Goody for Heero.”
“That’s not the Quatre I know,” Trowa admonished mock-sternly, but his tone turned serious. “What’s bothering you?”
Quatre scowled for a moment longer, before bursting out, “How can anyone be so cruel? That boy’s been brutalized! How could any person want to do that to another person? I don’t understand it! What kind of animals are they?”
“They aren’t animals, Quatre,” Trowa said grimly, and the old, deeply-buried pain in his voice made Quatre look up at him, startled; his lover’s sea-green eyes were distant. “Animals are never that cruel. Animals don’t do these things to each other. Only men.”
Quatre shivered, and didn’t object when Trowa drew the gentle healer into a comforting embrace. “I don’t understand it,” he repeated, softly this time. “I just don’t understand.”
“I’m glad you don’t, Quatre,” Trowa murmured to him. “I hope you never do.”