What’s left of one (fefnir-of-neoarcadia & areazero)
Harpuia silently took Fefnir’s angry accusations, words and rant, listening as he closed his ‘eyes’, allowing the information to settle in his ‘mind’ as he tried to expel any emotions that came forth from the mentions. Being frustrated at Fefnir, at their situation, at what had happened, would only escalate the situation. If Fefnir was losing his cool, he had to be the pillar of support.
"What’s the point in dredging up what is long since past? We have no place in the world of could have beens. You know that, Fefnir." He said calmly, looking at his small, disproportionate feet for a moment before sighing, seating himself on air. "We cannot fix what has been done with this form, all we can do is what we can so that it stops happening. If we allow ourselves to wallow in self-pity, what good are we?"
"It was not my intention to keep anything from you." He started, then sighed. He should start from the beginning, so he could understand just what situation had been. Fefnir only knew what had transpired after he awoke, after all. "Between all that happened, I was unable to keep you both updated, and I apologize. Allow me to… explain.
Perhaps when I do, you’ll understand why I came here.”
He started floating towards what he had seen was currently an empty room, motioning for Fefnir to follow as he let himself in.
"Did you think I did not miss you? Leviathan? Phantom? When both you and Leviathan were put out of commission, I was left alone for the first time, alone to deal with Weil and his schemes.
He first made it so the main priority for our reploid experts was elsewhere, not on either of you. Only a few humans remained to monitor your condition and try to fix you, and there was nothing I could do. The Gentle Judges turned against us all, used their authority, sided with Weil. The man was poison, he twisted my words to get rid of our position as Guardians. He used our position to launch a missile to Area X…!”
The Guardian’s speech grew more infuriated by the minute, but he forced himself to calm down.
He turned to face Fefnir.
"I flew as fast as I could. Zero even tried to make the missile crash before it reached its destination. We both failed. The Mother Elf was subjected to Omega’s grasp, and in its powered up form, and my weakened one, it nearly destroyed me.
Zero saved me, even if it wounded my pride at the time. The Resistance fixed me as they tried to stop Weil’s plans.
I left them, Fefnir. I let my pride blind me, my anger at my situation control me.” He almost spat the last part, his eyes narrowed. “I won’t let you make my mistake.”
"Barely able to walk, barely able to move, I ran to fix things on my own terms, but I soon learned… I was on my own. In Neo Arcadia I was no longer a General, I held no power and Weil had marked my head. I had to fight my own units, cut down the Pantheons I myself had stationed. We met up before I made it to the laboratory."
That was what he had missed.
"I suppose I left out the finer details, but I’m sure they’re not required right now. What matters is that I returned here because I wish to do things right this time. No matter what it is I can do, if it’s within my power, I will do it, and I will do it right.
I will do it by the side of those we used to consider enemies, because they really are not.”
Fefnir at least had the sound of mind to float after his sibling into the empty room so that he could hear him out. The former Guardian, however, grew just that more upset as mixed emotions flew through him the more Harpuia explained himself.
It hadn’t really occurred to him that the other cyberelf had missed himself and his other siblings. Why would he? He was obsessed with his work and was alone most of the time.
Harpuia didn’t have time for his siblings, in his mind. Every time he had wanted to spend time together, be it as a sparring match or just to have some fun, the other reploid had treated it as an annoyance.
Fefnir knew Harpuia cared about him, but that was different to missing him.
The fiery reploid didn’t know if it was his own doing that had driven Harpuia away. They couldn’t really help how they were programmed to act - their personalities were unique and they had often clashed.
He knew that his sibling was right - wallowing in the ‘could have beens’ was not going to do them any favours. But it bothered him immensely that he was, for all intents and purposes, ‘useless’ now.
A sad smile crossed his face as he responded to his sibling, “the fact that I’m surprised that you missed me when I was gone says worlds about our relationship, doesn’t it, Harpuia?”
He turned away from the green cyberelf for a moment, and he felt the need to elaborate. “I never doubted that you cared for us, please don’t get me wrong. But everything I did to try and spend time with you? I always felt like I was just an annoyance to you. By the time Zero showed up, I had pretty much given up on the possibility that you…” he broke off what he was saying because he didn’t really know. Just getting Harpuia to smile or laugh once might’ve been nice.
"Then… Elpizo happened…" He looked back at the other cyberelf for a moment with guilt on his face, and then he looked down at his arm. He had shifted his left hand to grip his right arm - a gesture he often did when he was either nervous or unsure of the situation. "Was it any wonder that I thought you could handle it by yourself with how I felt? I had still given up on any kind of good relationship we could have had. It was foolish… and I paid the price of allowing my emotions to get the better of me when you got hurt so bad.
"I realised too late that you had just as much trouble articulating how you really felt towards us, your siblings, as I did at trying to do something you liked. But the only thing you liked doing was something I really hated," that, of course, was paperwork.
The Guardian smiled a little, but there was still no happiness in it, “and the one time I really could’ve helped you… there I was, comatose in the medical centre while you had to do everything on your own. I knew you likely needed my help… but it never occurred to me that you’d ever miss my company, even when we became closer before we became…. this.”
Fefnir sighed softly and shook his head, and that’s when he looked down in the empty room and saw that there was a box or two on the ground. He flew down to it and sat on the edge, his little legs dangling over the edge. He was so… small.
"Things changed too fast," the red cyberelf said as he rested his elbows on his knees, his back hunched over and his wings pointing straight down, "in the space of about two years, suddenly we understood each other after over a hundred years of getting on each other’s nerves.
"I was really happy to see you again today," he said softly, almost as an afterthought.
But he still shook his head, “I trust your judgement, Harpuia. I always have. I may not’ve liked half of the things you said, but I at least respected that you were superior in that aspect.
"Therefore… I’ll trust your judgement here, even if I don’t like it."