[Quatre was focusing on a spot on the plush carpeting, trying to ignore the doctor and Dekim's voice. He felt woozy as he tried to fight the commands, not even really sure why he was bothering to fight them. How long had this been going on? He couldn't remember any other occasions, but Dekim's annoyed tone lead him to believe things weren't going very well during this session. His eyes wandered up to look at Dekim. This had something to do with Heero. It was something the Scientists had been working on, and somehow Dekim had gotten his hands on it. It would make them 'better' soldiers.
He couldn't hide his hatred for this man. Dekim and his son had killed millions of innocents who wanted nothing more than to have dinner with their family, go to a movie, play with the family pet...Earth had become a dead place. Those that had survived the initial colony drop had been flooding to the already overflowing colonies, forcing bad conditions to become much much worse. It had been much too easy for Dekim to step in and take what he wanted. Zayeed Winner had been one of the larger thorns in his side, but now that didn't really matter. Quatre's father was dead. His sisters...well, he just hoped they really were alright. He had no way of knowing if Dekim was keeping his word or not.
Dekim was the first person he'd ever had the desire to kill outright. He couldn't even hate Trowa this much. For as horrible as he was, he was mostly a pawn of his father. Quatre continued to glare up at the old man until frustration won out and he left the room with the doctor. They left him alone in the office. Or at least he thought they had until he noticed Heero standing silently against the wall.
Anything they said would certainly be monitored, so even if he could convince Heero to speak to him, they couldn't say much.
You shouldn't fight it Quatre.
Fight what?
Heero gave him a look as if to ask if he were joking.
You know what it is...
No I don't. Heero, are you alright?
The other pilot glanced around the room subtlety, giving Quatre the locations of the cameras and hidden microphones in the room.
If you don't fight it, it will be easier for both of us. I have to go. He'll be back soon.
Wait! Heero...you didn't answer me, are you alright?
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He couldn't hide his hatred for this man. Dekim and his son had killed millions of innocents who wanted nothing more than to have dinner with their family, go to a movie, play with the family pet...Earth had become a dead place. Those that had survived the initial colony drop had been flooding to the already overflowing colonies, forcing bad conditions to become much much worse. It had been much too easy for Dekim to step in and take what he wanted. Zayeed Winner had been one of the larger thorns in his side, but now that didn't really matter. Quatre's father was dead. His sisters...well, he just hoped they really were alright. He had no way of knowing if Dekim was keeping his word or not.
Dekim was the first person he'd ever had the desire to kill outright. He couldn't even hate Trowa this much. For as horrible as he was, he was mostly a pawn of his father. Quatre continued to glare up at the old man until frustration won out and he left the room with the doctor. They left him alone in the office. Or at least he thought they had until he noticed Heero standing silently against the wall.
Anything they said would certainly be monitored, so even if he could convince Heero to speak to him, they couldn't say much.
You shouldn't fight it Quatre.
Fight what?
Heero gave him a look as if to ask if he were joking.
You know what it is...
No I don't. Heero, are you alright?
The other pilot glanced around the room subtlety, giving Quatre the locations of the cameras and hidden microphones in the room.
If you don't fight it, it will be easier for both of us. I have to go. He'll be back soon.
Wait! Heero...you didn't answer me, are you alright?
He turned away and walked towards the door.
Are you?]