After handing the flowers to the robot, Lacus took the slightly stiff Aslan to a pavilion in the backyard garden and sat down.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come back for the memorial service."
Because of the broken promise, the first thing Aslan said was to apologize.
"It doesn't matter, I have already prayed for my aunt." Lux smiled lightly.
Aslan's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this, and he said with a low expression: "Thank you!"
That tragedy claimed my mother's life.
It was also death, but instead of praying for the dead because of his mother, he caused more deaths on the battlefield.
Looking at his own actions, Aslan's heart was particularly complicated.
Lux stood up slowly, filled Aslan's cup with the hot tea sent from a distance, pushed it over, and said: "I heard that you were coming back, I have been waiting to see you, how can you be more generous this time?" Stay for a while?"
"Uh...this..."
"Due to my mission, almost all of my vacation schedule does not follow the regular schedule..."
Aslan responded vaguely.
In fact, Aslan felt a little guilty every time he came to see Lacus, because no matter how he broke appointments or broke promises, Lacus always received her happily and cheerfully.
This made Aslan feel like he didn't deserve to be treated like this.
Coupled with his clumsy and reserved personality, he often couldn't let go and couldn't chat with Lux naturally. Over time, he secretly became impatient.
Of course, he also wanted to make an appointment with Lux for the next meeting, but the recent time and war prevented him from readily agreeing. After all, it was better to never promise than to make a promise and then break the promise.
"Is it a mission? Aslan, you are also working hard."
After Lux finished speaking, as if she had thought of something unintentionally, she couldn't help but whisper, "There seem to be more and more people joining the army recently, and several of my friends have also joined the army..." ·”
At the end of Lux's words, the expression on her face was uncharacteristically sad.
Facing Lux's heartbreaking scene, Aslan couldn't bear to look away, and couldn't even say words of comfort because - he was a soldier.
"The war seems to be getting more serious..."
Lux seemed not to see Aslan's eyes, but stared blankly at the ocean in the distance.
"I'm sorry····"
Aslan murmured an apology. He had joined the war just to end the war as soon as possible, but the fact was that his hands were stained with blood, and the war still existed.
Even because of 'own reasons', subsequent wars may become more intense.
"Aslan, you don't need to apologize, because you are not fighting to kill, right?" Lux said and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch the side of Aslan's face.
Facing Lux's gentleness and 'questioning', Aslan's eyes flashed with struggle and sadness.
"Speaking of which, I remember that Mr. Noel and Mr. Nigel seemed to have returned to PLANT with you, right?"
Lux looked at Aslan's struggle and felt a little unbearable, so she couldn't help but change the topic.
"Huh? Yeah." Aslan nodded and replied.
"What about Yitzhak and Diaka?" Lux continued to ask.
"They went to Earth." Although Aslan was confused, he still told Lux where they were going.
Besides, this kind of thing is not a secret to Lux.
"That's it, it's such a pity..." Lux said, a look of regret appeared on her face at the right time.
"Huh?" Aslan looked puzzled.
"It seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time since you graduated." Lux looked a little sad.
"Well, yes." Aslan couldn't help but recall the past when he heard this.
······
"Long time no see. You seem to be in good spirits."
In a villa garden somewhere in the PLANT 4 colonial satellite.
Amid the man's teasing, Cruze, dressed in black and wearing an eye patch, slowly walked over.
"You still have the heart to drink tea at this time. It seems that your harvest is very good."
Cruze laughed, pulled out the bench and sat down facing him.
"Well, even if I'm anxious, it won't help. Are you right?" He has long hair, brown eyes, elegant yet majestic, and the free and easy expression in his magnetic words makes people want to get close to him.
"Da da--"
Just when Cruze wanted to say something, a young man with yellow hair walked over not far away carrying coffee.
"Long time no see, Ray Za Barrel."
Cruze looked at 'himself' in front of him, feeling bitter and a little warm in his heart, but this warmth was not enough to melt his cold heart.
"Long time no see, Mr. Cruze."
As Lei spoke, he placed two cups of coffee in front of the two of them, then turned around and left with the plates in his arms.
"By the way, Lei, make more lunch."
Looking at Lei who was about to leave, Durandal suddenly called out to him, then smiled at Cruze and said, "Do you want to stay?"
Lei heard this and turned to look at Cruze.
Cruze took a sip of his coffee and said nothing. In other words, he didn't know whether he should refuse or accept.
"Excuse me, Ray."
As Cruze's best friend, Durandal quickly made the decision for Cruze.
"You are serious!"
After Lei finished speaking, he turned around and left the garden with the dinner plate in his arms.
"You can tell he seems happy."
Durandal looked at Lei's leaving figure and couldn't help laughing.
Ray Za Barel is the same clone as Cruze, and there is an unexplained connection between the two.
Maybe Lei hasn't noticed it yet, or he can't understand it.
But whenever he met Kruse, the muscles in his face relaxed a little.
"Haha." Kruse smiled. Do two people who were destined to end in tragedy from birth have the right to be happy?
Seeing that Kruse didn't want to say more and didn't intend to talk more on this topic, Durandal asked instead: "How effective is that thing?"
"looks good."
Kruse knew exactly what Durandal was talking about.
"As long as you're satisfied."
Durandal nodded secretly after hearing this, and then seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but continue: "But do you really want to do this? He might escape from your control."
After hearing this, Cruze couldn't help but look up at Durandal. Looking at the eyes that had not changed from the beginning to the end, Cruze suddenly laughed and said: "I have never wanted to control anyone. At best, I He’s just a guide.”
"You still like sophistry." Durandal was not surprised by Kruse's answer.
"Is it sophistry? 'Some things can only work best in the hands of specific people'. This is your mantra. Besides, he has the right to know the 'truth'."
This is the truest thought in Cruze's heart. He is just a guide - a guide who leads mankind to destruction.
As for whether human beings will really be destroyed, and how they will be destroyed, none of this has much to do with themselves.
Because I just passed on to each other what stupid humans have mastered.
As for whether they use it and how they use it, it's all their own choice.
"Truth is such a beautiful word." Durandal smiled hoarsely and turned his head to look at the scenery in the distance.
Cruze didn't answer, but just followed Durandal's gaze and looked over, with a faint glimmer of light in his eyes.
Was it discovered in the end?
But if you think about it carefully, it's normal to be discovered. After all, he is Durandal, but I don't know what he plans to do.
Thinking about it, it's really a bit...exciting.
