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Thought

From a distance, Treize watches Une flirt with a man he doesn't know. The man sitting next to her at the bar is garishly dressed in bright purple robes with a butterfly pattern. Flamboyant, to say the least. Bandages wrapped around the man's head betray some sort of injury. Though Treize seems to find her choice of company strange, she appears to think nothing of it and gives the man her full attention. The look on her face is familiar. "That's the way she used to look at me."

Love

There was a time when she was "his Lady" but she belonged to herself now. Their chance to be together had come and gone. The war had gotten in the way. Professionalism had gotten in the way. His refusal to acknowledge that she was important until it was too late had gotten in the way. She had loved him and sought nothing in return. It was a purity of feeling that he had exploited with confidence thinking that he wouldn't succumb to the same sentiment. He had been wrong and anyone who thought as he had was likely damned.

Movement

He wants to approach her. Hold her hand. Stroke her face as he had when she lay in what seemed like endless sleep. But if he touches her, he knows she'll shatter from shock. He would make certain that she never found out. The dead, brought back to life by improbability or not, aren't meant to consort with the living. So he stays in the darkness of his booth, willing himself not to grip the shot glass in his hand too tight lest it break and cut him.

Laughter

Then he hears it. She laughs at a quip as the man next to her gives her a self-satisfied smirk. Has he ever heard her laugh? He's seen her smile, maybe chuckle. But no, she never laughed around him. Formal. Graceful. Laughter was neither of those things.

Memory

He's dead to her and it would stay that way. As he watches her leave with her companion, he notes that the other man doesn't tower over her, doesn't eclipse her. Her smile is far brighter now than it ever was when she was in his presence. Perhaps this is how things are supposed to be. After paying for his drink, he makes his way back to his quarters on the Sif. Fortunately, the Sif's manifest was still glitching. She'll never even know he was there.