Isn't This a Dream?

The first time he had laid eyes on her, he had seen her as a girl with a big atitude and sarcasm. She was someone Gaea had noticed that hated the gods. She was just another potential soldier. She had asked him to tail her and ask her to join like every other recruit. She was someone who had a bad past. She was someone who carried a lot of spite and forced it on others. She was just another one of those emotional campers who whined about losing family and how emotions were so important. That had been the first time he had used someone's past against them without knowing their full story. He just knew her sister was dead. And he just used it to make her life more traumatizing.

Later on, after watching her, he noticed how her eyes were always so dull. Kind of like his. They were such a majestic lavender, yet they were...goaless. He didn't like that. It was as if she was just living to live. she had no motive. Nothing that kept her going. She just kept going out of stubborness. Was it because that look reminded him of himself? He certainly had no motive. Only to serve and watch his mother's plans with through the end. And horrible things had to be done for the goal to be reached. He had little to no emotions. His only feelings were frustration from when Ace talked to him.

So why was he taking interest? His mother had told him to tail her... No, but why was he taking interest? No! He wasn't! He didn't care...She was just another soldier. He watched her walk through the forest from a higher tree. When the hellhounds had appeared, he had been a bit surprised.

The fool hadn't brought her weapon! He stood up suddenly, waiting to see another camper pass by or...or... Nope, no such luck.

"Tch, they need to take better care of their campers...After all, they are their precious soldiers" He muttered to himself. He put his mask on in time to see her trip and hit her head. He winced a little, hoping she wasn't dead. The earth rose around the hellhounds, and they whimpered and ran off. He jumped down, grabbing her by the shoulders and sitting her up. He peered at her forehead. No bleeding, thankfully. She would live.

While she was knocked out, he had gently lifted her up and set her down to sit against a tree. Then he had made a cluster of bushes and trees seal them encased in a rather large area. All that time, he had continuously asked himself why he was doing this. Partly because of Ace again, probably.

He was digging in his bag not paying attention to Terra. He was trying to find the nectar to give to her when she woke up in case she had gotten hurt. Then he looked up at her voice in surprise. Oh great, time for a headache. She immediantly began blabbing excessively and noisily, which his quiet and impatient personality didn't like. Then she pushed him and he tumbled backwards onto his back, obviously not expecting that.

He sat up and stared at her with a tiny huff of annoyance at her words. So she thought it was a dream. "You're saying those hellhounds were fake?" He replied and finally pulled out the canteen of nectar he was looking for. "You almost died, you know." He held it out to her.

He knew she would reject it, but at least he had tried. He let out a sigh and put it back. He froze at the name. He glared at Terra with his ice blue eyes. "I'm not him. I'll never be."

He was at a loss for words, what she had said was true. He didn't expect her to trust them. He didn't need for her to trust them. But she had already seen his face before. She was the only one besides his mother. So he reluctantly took it off. He stared at her with his pale blue eyes.

"I told you, I don't have a name," he sighed, "Besides, they told you who Ace was, right? He's the reason I wear this mask. I'm always compared to him. And if I fight, people will hesitate striking me because I look like them. I don't want their pity. Even if he still talks to me now."

He looked at her with his cold blue eyes. "No." His voice was blunt. "They're just weak and pointless to kill. So I want to make it quick. It's annoying that they think of me as him. I want to kill them where they don't have an excuse of how they died. They can't blame it on how they hesitated as the reason they died." He said simply, dully. His way of thinking was cruel indeed.

He caught her hand casually by the wrist and snarled back. "Exactly my point! I don't have feelings of my own!"

His voice rang through the air. His icy steel eyes were cold and spiteful. "Al I get is Ace, Ace, and Ace! There's no me! His feelings mix with mine! He makes me act and do things I don't want to do! I'm not him!" He was shouting now, probably would attract someone, but he didn't care. He was seriously pissed. "I don't have feelings of my own, they're his! That's why I do everything I can to do what he doesn't want!"

He blinked at Terra as she jerked her hand away. He had lost his cool. Jeez, why did he have to be like this? The look Terra was giving him... Pity. He hated pity. He loathed the look. But he didn't have feelings but hate. So why did others care for him? "It's not...I didn't mean to yell...sorry..."

He was silent for a while, then dug into his pocket he pulled out a golden and green watch. "I found this the other day in the grass. I didn't know...but now I assume...It's yours, right?"

He didn't really understand emotions of people. He was horrible at readin moods. So her sudden relief surprised him. He just watched her hold onto the watch like it was her life. "...That's really important to you, isn't it?" He asked quietly.

He watched her quietly. Her eyes were so warm now. As if she were remembering. Things like that...what did it feel like having someone important to you?

Now that he thought about it, he had played with her feelings. All Gaea had told him was that her sister died. He never knew why or how. Or what it had to do with her mother. He just got information and spun in some clever words. Now that he thought about it, without his own emotions, what right did he have to tamper with feelings?

"How did she die..?" Hiz voice was quiet. He wanted to know.