[ Her grip on her pen loosened, dropping it on the floor. Yuan was outside the barrier several times. He was out there when there was a war occurring. The very thought of him just being out there made her fear for his life. Diving for the fallen pen, she franticly wrote back to her fiance. ]
Why in the world were you outside the barrier?!
[ Her normally neat handwriting was shakey. The trembling in her hand refused to stop as she wrote. ]
[The shaky handwriting doesn't go unnoticed. It doesn't fail to make Yuan feel bad, either. Not that he's to blame; two of the three times he left the barrier (discounting Malnosso kidnappings, of course) he didn't have a choice in the matter anyway.]
The first time was a few years ago, when a tunnel system appeared that led into the desert. At the time, that was still terrain that lay outside the barrier, which is why we set out to explore it.
[ She would be lying if she said that she never expected Yuan to commit such reckless acts just for the sake of exploring. (Even though the exploration led to your freedom from the barrier.) It was just like him to pull stunts of the sort. She picked up the pencil again and wrote with a little more steady handwriting. ]
Drafts. Once someone is selected by the Malnosso to be sent into the battlefield, refusal isn't an option.
[Of course, now Yuan's conveniently leaving out that he wanted to be sent out. He found both times he was drafted to be refreshing changes of scenery and a great opportunity to release some of his pent-up rage.]
[ Yuan was a war soldier again. That was all she could think about at the moment. He neither sounded pleased or displeased at that fact. Though she wasn't surprised by the result. Yuan was always used to the military life so being forced back to it didn't have a dramatic effect. In actuality, he was acting fairly impassive about it. Although that didn't stop her from worrying herself sick over his wellbeing. ]
[A "scratch" is still a relative definition. What Yuan would call a scratch, other people might call a gash. Not that it mattered much; there were always healers around whenever he decided he actually needed help.]
[ That statement was doubtful. She knew better than anyone else that what Yuan considered a minor injury others would say it was severe. She can recall a time where he insisted he was fine despite the blood falling from his head. At the very least, his recklessness hasn't left him crippled. Though that still didn't reassure any of Martel's worries and concerns. ]
That's a relief. [ Not really. ] I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you.
[ She really didn't. The only thing that came in mind was to sink to her knees and cry. ]
Ah, hello Yuan! I've been settling in just fine. The people here have been very kind to me.
[ She maintains her smile as she reminisces about all the people she has spoken to these past days. ]
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Why in the world were you outside the barrier?!
[ Her normally neat handwriting was shakey. The trembling in her hand refused to stop as she wrote. ]
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The first time was a few years ago, when a tunnel system appeared that led into the desert. At the time, that was still terrain that lay outside the barrier, which is why we set out to explore it.
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And the other times?
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[Of course, now Yuan's conveniently leaving out that he wanted to be sent out. He found both times he was drafted to be refreshing changes of scenery and a great opportunity to release some of his pent-up rage.]
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Did you get injured while you were out there?
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[A "scratch" is still a relative definition. What Yuan would call a scratch, other people might call a gash. Not that it mattered much; there were always healers around whenever he decided he actually needed help.]
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That's a relief. [ Not really. ] I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you.
[ She really didn't. The only thing that came in mind was to sink to her knees and cry. ]
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