"Taurtis?"
"Hm?"
"What's it like?"
"What's what like?"
"..... being free."
Taurtis looked over at his "brother," a Watcher with no actual relation to him, who was staring at his mask, a difficult expression displayed. He thought of his next words carefully. "Well..... I wouldn't say I'm free, really. Free is having no rules you feel you have to rebel against, being able to go around as I please. Evo..... I'm lucky to have it. But the rules are weird."
His brother sighed, rubbing the purple and black fabric of his cape. Taurtis looked down at his own dark blue and black cape, wondering what his brother saw. Conformity? Chains?
Come to think of it, while Taurtis's clothes were patterned with rhombuses, his brother's did look a bit like chains.....
"What about your friends?" Taurtis asked abruptly. "Your old friends. The ones you used to live with. Weren't you free with them?"
His brother scoffed. "No. They hate me. Well, Lox is okay. But everyone else just wanted me gone."
"You sure?" Taurtis asked.
Silence.
"Seto?"
"Yes," Seto answered. "I'm sure."
The two sat together, silent as they delved into their own thoughts. Taurtis wondered what Seto was thinking. He was always so lonely. Taurtis, well, sure, he'd practically been to hell and back, but he had friends during all that, people to help keep him grounded. Seto was just.....
By himself.
For all of eternity.
Taurtis couldn't imagine what that was like.
So he didn't.
But he hoped.
He hoped one day, Seto would get new friends, be happy, smile.
One day.
....
Maybe?
