Day 30: Cafeteria, Dinner

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

The cafeteria was all but empty when Zelnick got there. He was a little disappointed; he had gotten the impression that patients usually ate dinner in their rooms, so he hadn't arranged to meet anyone, and there really wasn't anyone to sit by and engage in conversation yet.

Quietly, he collected dinner and a big glass of orange juice, and chose a seat near the food-serving counters. Talking for so long had made him thirsty... and, well, fruit juice was a luxury he had missed.

[Stalk away, my dearest Admiral. <3 ]

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[mylackofeffort.livejournal.com]

"A pilot," Quatre said then he shook his head. "Well lately I've been more of a politician." He paused and then thought that merited more explanation. "There was a war, back at my world, and I fought in it. Now that there is peace, someone has to work to keep it without breaking into more fighting." He smiled again. "Sometimes I found myself wishing I could just blow things up again. Guess I should be careful what I wish for, hm?"

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

All Omi had ever wished for was a family. It had taken a monstrous insane asylum and a 'family visit' to give that to him, or at least the memories of one. And the exact same thing kept him from knowing which 'memories' were truth.

Remember us and you can come home.

He ducked his head, stabbing his food with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. Be careful what you wish for, indeed. "People need someone willing to talk just as much as they need someone willing to blow things up, sometimes. Usually more. Sounds like you must have been pretty important in your world?"

[mylackofeffort.livejournal.com]

Quatre considered Omi for a moment. The guy was troubled, or at least he seemed to be, but Quatre had just met him so he ended up making the choice no to pry.

"No more important than the others who fought," he said. "My friends."

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi would have been thankful for that, had he known of Quatre's restraint.

"Your friends? Were they pilots, too?" He stopped himself from asking if they were here. Sometimes it was better to forget that people you 'knew' were around. Especially when they made it painfully clear that you didn't really 'know' them at all.

[mylackofeffort.livejournal.com]

Quatre nodded. "There were five of us all together, but there were also a lot more soldiers who fought and many that gave their lives." There were some civilians too, such as his father, but Quatre didn't want to talk about that. "Two of them are here, but I haven't seen them in a while." He frowned. "I'm starting to get worried."

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

That didn't sound good. "I've got friends here, too. I don't know what I'd do if they disappeared." The visitors and Ken's attack on them during nightshift both came to mind. "They can make people change. Getting worried is probably justified."

[mylackofeffort.livejournal.com]

"I've heard," Quatre said. He felt the anxiety swell up in him and then shook his head, trying to clear it. "There's also one other person from my world here. A powerful and important woman who has done much more for peace than I ever could," he smiled slightly. "Our world needs her back in one piece, much more than they need me."