It was after the end of the war, nations were doing their best to build their countries back from scratch. Machina made another visit to Byakko, where Qator had assumed control for the time being until everything settles down and the Militese can chose a proper leader for themselves. "I'm glad you are doing alright, sir." he was still both embarrassed and guilt ridden of the previous events. Qator had never mentioned his past once but Machina could tell the other is just being considerate to him. "I came to invite you personally to attend a party we're going to have in the new Academy building to celebrate its revival. "I hope you that you can attend it."
A miracle surely. How else would one survive nearly being burnt alive?
Many of similar wordings or phrases he remembered hearing when he had come out of his coma after Gabriel came hurtling out of the sky. Gloves melting from the heat as hands gripped the controls tightly. Skin burned barely pulling the MagiTank out of nose dive saving his own life in the process. By some shred of miracle or diving intervention. Though, he was never one to believe in such things. Nor would that change any time soon.
It took awhile for him to recover from his wounds, much longer without the aid of the Crystals that once dominated life in Orience had lost their luster, their glow and died. Without them they had to learn to survive on their own, without the brilliance of the Crystal's blessing. It was quite a laugh if he thought about it long enough. Amazing how reliant humanity was dependant on them that they were nothing without them. Yet, humanity was able to persevere.
❛ They still flinch as I walk by. Preferable over glares filled with hate and loathing... ❜ the general thought as he was handed a report on the present condition of what remained of Ingram and its people. Even though the Ultima Bomb was released in space the aftershock of the explosion could still be felt on the planet itself. After the Gabriel had crashed... it was surprising part of the capital still remained.
❝ Hn... ❞ the sound he made caught the attention of the aid who was helping him. ❝ Is that all? ❞ he inquired as the aide nodded and left the office.
❛ It will be some time before Ingram can recover let alone the people making peace. ❜ he thought while reading over the report. The hate and loathful glares he was greeted with when he walked about the city. The people only seeing him as a reminder of the Ingram's once maddening leader. As the one who served closet to Marshall Cid Aulstyne, was him.
A sarcastic smile formed on his lips. ❝ No rest for the wicked they say. ❞ he laughed seeing some sick humor in it.
❝ I need to get myself out of this office before I drive myself mad. ❞
Eye blinked. ❝ Well, it hasn't been long since your last visit. ❞ a grin of sorts appeared on Qator's lips when he was greeted by the once I'Cie of the no longer Milites Empire.
❝ A party? ❞ that wasn't something he expected to hear let alone be invited to. A party to celebrate the revival at that. A hand rubbed his chin as he fell into thought, thinking it over. ❝ I'll see what I can do about attending. ❞ though he could really use it just to get out of Ingram. ❝ When will it be exactly? ❞ he inquired. His schedule need to be moved around adjusted accordingly. Leave the runnings of Ingram in the hands of his aide.
❝ How about we talk about this in my office instead out here? ❞ he suggested taking quick note how some soldiers were attempting to evasdrop. ❝ I didn't quite expect to run into you here and I was thinking about taking a walk a moment earlier. ❞
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