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Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

The sound of the song... it was a soft song, she remembered it from her childhood. Eyes softly closed, head once more laying against his chest, the corners of her lips turning up into what was almost a smile... yes, it was a song to heal. Softly she began to add the lyrics, finding where he was and quietly joining in. For just this time she'd forget everything, just this once she'd pretend that she wasn't a mismatched combination of machine and man, just let herself feel. In letting herself feel this, however, she sang with the sorrow and pain of her own heart, letting it out of her frozen and sealed heart, into the world for just that short time. Whether Jamil would understand something from her she didn't know. He might be able to find the profound sense of loss and confusion, utter surprise and fear at the realization of her missing memories, the tentative desire to believe in the song... even though she refused to do so.


Hope was frightening, and she'd already given up, utterly and completely.
 
Still humming, and hearing her quiet voice join in too his, its as if he can feel every lyric that comes out of her mouth. Not just the vibrations on his chest, but now feeling her emotion for the first time, even though he didn't understand a word, he understood her heart, as he felt more or less, pain and loss, sadness, the emotions you'd rather not feel, he can understand that much. So, he does something, uncontrollable, and something that he's done too many children in this same state, who feel as if their life is over. He kisses her fore head, a small peck, and says "Don't worry, We'll love you either way." He'd say it, as he and Marie would always be with that child, and for Saphire, hopefully, she'll believe that he, and who ever she cares for, loves her for whatever happens. He doesn't understand her what her loss is, nor what her's been through though he knows that he'll be with her all the way. "Believe me, after all this is done, We'll probably still love you." Wit that, he begins humming the song again.
 
Saphire let out a large, uncontrollable sob, and grabbed what she could in a hug. Her uncertainty, a tiny fear of being close to him... to anyone, and the knowledge that she'd, for so long, forgotten someone so important to her... the name even now fading. "H-how can you...?" How could he be so certain about that, when she'd... she'd.... what had she done? It was horrible, she knew that... but what? She shook her head desperately, "I... I can't...." A deep breath... "I'm scared. S-scared of... of... scared of me." Scared of what other horrible secrets there were, and of what she'd done under his command that she did remember.
 
"Hmm, I'm scared of you too, but your on my side right? And you haven't let me down yet, so why worry now?" Honestly, he's been forgetting sometimes as well, and he understands why this is scary. "Its the times you forget that make you angry aren't they, that makes you feel, like everything's lost." Another small peck on the forehead, another hug, just keep comforting. "Though, as long as you know, as long as your with me, you don't have too be scared anymore. Because you'll keep me safe, and I'll keep you safe."
 
The smallest of nods, she understood it realistically. That he was going to help her, at least as long as she was his partner. But she was still so scared, so tired of humans... "I..." It was hard, she realized. No wonder he'd tried to forget... but she had to remember. She had to try, because... because it was all she had left. Of herself. "I... I'm from an... old family. We'd served his for generations." A tiny, shaky sigh, "Not long ago we became his favorites for... experiments. T-thanks to that I... or at least, I think it's because of that..." Another shaky breath, she had to explain why it was so bad for her. "I... I've... lost large amounts of my memory. People, places... sometimes months. Once... once an entire year. E-even now... now I'm... forgetting that place."
 
"Lets see then..." He tries too come up with an idea,"A dangerous one, but it just might work. Alright, you need too be in that place in order too remember. I'm going too call up the resistance, and have them schedule an assault on this place. We join in, and if we win, you can explore the scene, and it'll help you remember." He sighs, and goes too his PDA too plan it out, marking key points and deciding too go back during the night too scope new guard points. Still, he needs to be with her for now, so he continues too hold her. "You'll get them back, and I promise, you'll still be with me."
 
A tired sigh, tears now all but stopped... "The worst part is... there was someone close to me. Someone tied to that place... and..." And she already couldn't remember them. It hurt, truly hurt, and caused her to want to tie up her entire life, to just fall so deep in despair that she didn't feel anything anymore. Once more her eyes closed, and she asked him, almost shyly, "J-just for tonight... let me fall asleep like this?" Warm, protected... and cared for by someone. It had been so long... even longer than she remembered, she now knew. "Please?"
 
Her worlds make him blush, being able too see it even past his beard, which he really should shave once they have time. But for now, he just hold her close, not ever wanting too let go, and lets her sleep on him for tonight. She's been sleeping near him ever since the incident at the camp where they got their weapons. If it's because of that, or now, he wont complain. For once, his feelings for his ex has wavered from Saphire too Marie, and back again. For once, he thinks he's in love again, and so, more compliant for her wishes than ever, he lets her rest there for how ever long she needs too.
 
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Saphire just lay, slowly relaxing into him, the tears she hadn't removed glistening just a bit in the light, her breathing slowing down. She didn't look happy, but it was clear that just having someone near her was comforting, even if it would only last for a little while. It didn't take long before her hands gently dropped to over her torso, Saphire fully asleep and vulnerable. For once, however, she didn't seem to be dreaming... at least not at first, though eventually her dreams seemed to take a turn for the worst, her fists closing and once-peaceful face turning to a grimace, tiny amounts of whimpering...


((This can be any length of time, it you want to wake her up.))
 
Still not moving, he continues five hours into the night, and becomes conflicted. He needs to go over and check on the Research Center, he needs too set up camp, though he wants too stay here, in the pitch black, holding onto her. That being unrealistic, he does his best too move her off him, onto a sleeping bag, and starts up a makeshift fire pit for them. Also, he takes off most of his protective armor, in order too be quick when he starts scouting. Though leaving her asleep might be a bad idea, so he begins too shake her softly, and quietly saying, "Wake up, Saphire."
 
A murmur, shift, her eyes opening with the kind of look one has when they're glad to have woken up. "Jamil? Your going to... what was it? To scout the building, right?" Why was he doing it again? Was it so that she'd... something. There was a missing bit of her, and it was worrying her again. She remembered him comforting her, insisting that she'd be cared about no matter what, but... why? How? Had she done something strange? "I... I can stay if you want me to." Whatever had happened would repeat, she figured, if she went.
 
"I'm afraid that yes, I'll have you stay here too protect yourself." He gives back the short gift of her bow, and begins too pack himself, bringing binoculars and his PDA too send information. "I'll be there till the morning, and in the afternoon, hopefully they'll begin the assault on the building. Then we just stay here and wait for our signal too join in." Giving her a small pet on the head, he can clearly hear she's still out of it, then can't help but hug her again, though more out of pity this time. "After that, I'll go first, then you come in after wards, and see what you can remember."
 
She nodded, letting one of her arms reach up and return the hug, holding back tears she doesn't remember the cause of. "Be careful of the third floor... there's knockout gas." A pause, how had she known that? But she shook her head and decided that right now she didn't have the energy to think through it. Rather, she'd protect the camp, "Let me know when it's my turn, Jamil. I'll come rushing as soon as I hear you're voice."
 
"Thanks for the information, I'll be back in the morning." Letting go, of her slowly, wanting too be here longer, we still have too make sure that no girls like her are ever created again by him, so he heads off with one final wave to her, he goes off too scout the area, seeing what the new set up is. Getting up too a vantage point, marked by himself, he begins too map out weak points, guard types, political leaders, and artillery being placed around the base. Only a few gunners, and the rest mobile vehicles, it seems they're just barely bumping up their security for only two people broke in. Thankfully, this will be a simple job for the resistance, and more so, with all the data he's recording, they'll make a good plan of attack.
 
Saphire waited until he was out of site before doing anything. Once she was sure he wasn't nearby she curled into a small ball, not caring about the pain right now, and began to cry. It wasn't the sobs from terror, or the quiet tears of lost memories... it was a cry born from despair, her tears fat and dropping down onto her kimono, snot starting to run from her nose, and her entire body wracking as she gasped for breath and let it all out. The kind of crying that little children did.


A few minutes later, when the cry had ended, she stood up and wiped her face off, the red under them the only hint of her sorrow, before moving to get water and food for herself. Luckily there was plenty of meat left over, and she started to eat it mechanically, not hungry but knowing she'd need to eat. Silently she tapped on a rock, marking out a rhythm while she waited for Jamil's contact. It was best if, for the moment, she didn't think. Not alone.
 
Three hours at the most, of just marking down positions, guard switch times, and routes for vehicles later, he heads back too camp, at about 6:23 AM. Walking back, and them agreeing too infiltrate the building, all there is, is the waiting with Saphire until he has too go. Walking back, he couldn't stay with her during the night, though hopefully, she's come too terms while he was gone.
 
He was met with the sound of a finger hitting the rock while she watched her finger close. "Haven't done this in a while...." Her tone was flat, eyes unseeing, but there was also focus, under there. She was making a conscious effort not to think, not to act as a person, hoping that repetitive movements would calm her down. Once she realized he was there she stopped, moving her finger off of it and revealing the small amount of blood from the one she was looking at. "Hi, Jamil."
 
"...You don't need too do that." He sighs, goes too the first aid kit and brings out a bandage for her finger. "You're more human than whatever else you are, so don't try and test it out." She's been hurt before, so badly her body needed too make that fleshy substance too survive the wound, so , "Well, you don't remember much, that I understand, so lets instead, talk about how you feel. Obviously, not very well, but maybe it'll trigger a memory?" Taking her hand, and finishing off applying the band aid, and holding her in his arms wants again, he wants too get everything out now before it hurts them later.
 
A nod, her mouth opening and closing with a slight sound. Then, after a calming breath she finally managed to speak. "M-my feelings, right? I'm... confused, and scared." Her hand, the one not getting a band aid, curled into a fist. "I... I know I've done a lot of horrible things, and more than a few that aren't really remembered. And... I... I hate myself for ti!" Her head dropped down, "I've murdered, killed, and subjugated. But what's worst is... I... I lived. He let me live, and I don't know what I did that made him do so!"
 
"He let you live, because..." He tries too think of any and all multiple answers that this could be, and decides too come up with the most logical. Since He let her live, she didn't escape, but rather was set off into the world as... "A trap, too set you off on the resistance when you infiltrated, though he would have done it by now, so something went wrong?" He can't rule anything out at all, she needs too remember, so maybe we can fix it.
 
A frown, but slowly she nodded. "I... I think you're right." He'd wanted her to do something, but by then she'd decided never to listen to him again. It was right after he'd killed Mangetsu, so... something had to have set her off. Actually, she frowned now as the idea popped into her head. "I... by that time I was more of a monster than a person. You saw me... ruthless efficiency and a love of combat? That's what he did... Only, I'd lost the ability to tell enemy from ally." A shudder, "I... killed many people when I was like that. He might have wanted me to be a ticking time-bomb, kill all of the people who were in the area, wherever I landed, and blame it on the rebel?"
 
"Might be, so it was a plan too get the people too hate the rebel army." It's all just theories now, but he's thinking that it might be the possible answer. Though seeing her becoming more and more receding about the subject, he brings up another one. "Do you remember what your sister was like?" Keep bringing up memories, and dig all of them out, so we can find the danger in all of this madness.
 
"Mangetsu?" Another shuddering breath, but still... more steady than before. That was something she did want to remember, not just had to. "She was... the thr-two of us were all trained to be his personal assassins, though I was the only one... altered." Something about that... "The only one to have survived the process, I think... A-anyway, she was... bright, happy, but easily discouraged and frightened. I always had to act the older sister, caring for her... keeping her out of his way... she... was the one who decided. We were... we were going to turn on him, kill him on her birthday, but instead..."
 
"Instead...?" Her trailing off is getting more and more frequent. "I think that's enough for the morning, we'll worry about this after the attack is over with. They did get alot of information, increasingly about just what goes on behind the scenes of research centers controlled by him. "Alright then, now you can be quiet. Would you like anything?" Water, rations, a story, anything too calm her down.
 
A tiny breath, and then, "J-just... a human voice." Something to remind her she wasn't alone, that she wasn't alone. It could be a story, a song, him talking about what was around them, but... at least she thought that would be enough. She was now looking at the world, or rather... at him. The now familiar blond hair, the large frame, she suddenly felt very happy he was here. Just for once she could trust someone, could hope - as painful as it was - that he would stay with her, even for just a while.
 

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