When Clover saw Xydane again, he was as broken and worn out as his armour looked. It might have become a habit of his, losing pieces of himself in the faraway lands he’d always return from. He brought roses this time; ephemeral, fragile, and much more alive than he was.
“You are no longer in the battlefield,†Clover said, but neither Lilithium’s motherly food nor reading books in the warmth of a fireplace would make him forget about the weight of his armour. Then, when his eyes were filled with tears and his voice broke with tales of death, when his rough hand guided Clover’s to the scars of his cheek, she believed that perhaps she could understand a part of what she’d never fully do.
‘Ah… so that’s how it is…’ she’d think in the end. ‘The battlefield is you.’
“You are no longer in the battlefield,†Clover said, but neither Lilithium’s motherly food nor reading books in the warmth of a fireplace would make him forget about the weight of his armour. Then, when his eyes were filled with tears and his voice broke with tales of death, when his rough hand guided Clover’s to the scars of his cheek, she believed that perhaps she could understand a part of what she’d never fully do.
‘Ah… so that’s how it is…’ she’d think in the end. ‘The battlefield is you.’
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
