Enjorlas was always so FOCUSED on his subjects. So passionate. Not to mention, familiar. With everything that had been taken away from her over the years, any lingering semblance of familiarity, she found herself clinging to. It was a comfort amongst the constant unknowns.
"And I, you." She nodded her agreement. Then, in a rare sentimental moment: "I often wondered...if I had an older brother growing up...if he would have been anything like you."
They had both grown up in times of war, after all. It wasn't unthinkable to assume a sibling who might remember a time before the assassination of Heero Yuy would have had Enjorlas' passion for speaking his mind.
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Enjorlas was always so FOCUSED on his subjects. So passionate. Not to mention, familiar. With everything that had been taken away from her over the years, any lingering semblance of familiarity, she found herself clinging to. It was a comfort amongst the constant unknowns.
"And I, you." She nodded her agreement. Then, in a rare sentimental moment: "I often wondered...if I had an older brother growing up...if he would have been anything like you."
They had both grown up in times of war, after all. It wasn't unthinkable to assume a sibling who might remember a time before the assassination of Heero Yuy would have had Enjorlas' passion for speaking his mind.