Hidden sides

[lobo_bastich]

So now she knew. She knew, but nothing had really changed. Yes, she had given him hope, but Lobo still hated waiting. Even though he had lived for so long and even though he had eternity on his side, the Czarnian was remarkably impatient. It was a rare thing if he didn't want things to happen straight away, and didn't mind waiting

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[leela1]

She'd spent days of her own, maybe a few weeks in her own world, coming to grips with her own thoughts, her memories. It was painful, this loss. And yet it was a release from the pain as well; saying goodbye with finality; saying goodbye forever. And knowing in her heart and her soul that it truly was goodbye

[lobo_bastich]

It was the same moon as last time, only now the light was harsher, creating a landscape of sharp contrasts. It was completely still; an unmoving picture of sharp shadows and light. And there, as still as the jagged rocks and cliffs that cast their equally jagged shadows, was Lobo. He had his back to Leela where he was sitting on the edge of a large hole that hadn't been there at their last visit. It gaped before him; a dug crater eight feet long and maybe five feet wide.

If the Czarnian even knew that Leela was there, he didn't acknowledge her presence. But didn't he always know when she was around? Didn't he have his ways of always knowing? So why didn't he react? Why did he just sit there, slumped with his head hanging?

And, if one were to look more closely, one could see that he wasn't completely still and unmoving after all. Every now and then his shoulders would shake.

[leela1]

Cut to a mystified and completely stopped Leela. Her eyes darted around, looking for tell-tale sign or hint of the space worthy dolphins, for something, anything that would make this feel less like a scene from some movie. Whether a horror, or a tragedy she wasn't sure.

So she didn't bother to call his name any more. She simply moved forward, toward the leather-clad bounty hunter. Until she was at last close enough to reach out and touch one massive shoulder. And gently she reached out for him, with a near whisper.

"Lobo, I'm here."

[lobo_bastich]

Lobo didn't move at first. With his head hung low, his face was cast in shadow. But then a hand came up. There was dirt under his fingernails, and smudges of blood stained them, even if it looked like he had tried to wash it off. It still stood out clearly against his white skin in the bright light.

The hand went up unto the shadow created by the thick dreadlocks that hung around his face like a curtain, up to rub at his eyes. And when he lowered it again? Then his fingers were wet.

It was unimaginable, unbelievable. Impossible. But it seemed like the Main Man was crying, or had been crying very recently.

And down in the hole, at the bottom six feet below them, were two shapes. The light just reached down to tell the tale. Both forms were wrapped in sheets of coarse fabric, and the streamlined shapes of them revealed that they were dolphins. One large, and one so very small.