Still Alone [Open]

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If there was one thing Shadow hated to admit? It was being hurt. Not physically, mind you; emotionally. He was the bad ass, the guy who would never tell you how he was feeling even if you tortured him right there.

If he was willing, he'd tell you the reason why he was hurt - his rejection from Rogue Squadron just for being "too short". Sure, it was probably a childish thing to feel, but at the same time, he felt justified. At a time where you're one of the last people left in the multiverse, why hold back?

Every time he thought of the incident, it made his blood boil. Part of him, Stacy willing, wanted him to find one of those precious "X-Wings" and ram it into that stupid office.

"Maybe I do deserve to be an "Outsider"." Shadow muttered from a perch up on a rooftop. "Because I sure as hell isn't going to be any help elsewhere..."

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Listening to what the hedgehog had to say, carefully pulling out details and forming what she was going to say next. She nodded steadily a few times, just smiling gentle down at the once fears, or still feared and she was just extremely foolish, hedgehog. She never heard of such a thing as an “Ultimate Lifeform”. Then again, they were from very different worlds so she didn’t know much. “You know…” she began, “my mom…my mom was in a gang when she was my age. She was feared and called the “Red Butterfly” because when she would drive on her motorcycle the tail lights would look like a red butterfly. People thought that she was a bad person. Though, she really wasn’t.” She paused, “She was sort of like you in that sense that people were scared of her. Though, she changed because of my father. He reminded her that there were people in the world willing to understand her. I can’t say for my own instance that I was born to save people, but we all have our own purpose.” She then chuckled softly, “I’m sorry. My point is that everyone has good inside them. It’s hard to see and sometimes we’re scared of something that’s so good that we forget about things.”

Tohru blinked a bit, she never heard of this rogue squadron. Of course, she wasn’t here all too long so they could have been around longer than she knew and she was just ignorant to that fact. She took sympathy on the hedgehog. She knew that, after he told her he was created to help people and save them she smiled and said “Well…” she thought briefly again before she phrased her idea hoping it wouldn’t be insulting, “Perhaps you should so things in your own way.” She phrased the idea in a strange way; she then blinked and said “You shouldn’t let them hold you back from doing something that you were born to do. Like you said, you were born to help people.” She gave a soft smile.

Then she thought to herself, what was she brought to this ship to do? She wasn’t sure. Everyone here mostly had fighting skills or some sort of unremarkable power. “It sort of makes me wonder.” The brown said aloud, expressing her thoughts without really knowing it. “I wonder what I was brought here to do.” She wondered and curiosity usually got the better of her and this was probably one of those instances. Humming a moment as she thought and just let a polite sigh through her nostrils and then smiled again “Whatever you do, Shadow-san, I think you’ll do wonderful at it!” She didn’t even know anything about this hedgehog, though she gave him her support. “If you need help getting there, I’ll do my best to help you.” She promised.

That was one thing that she was really good at. She was good at helping people. She was also good at cooking and cleaning, but those were just some minor things that she knew how to do. Though she was happy to be able to do even something small to help a greater cause, she supposed that might be why she was brought to Stacy but, perhaps, Stacy just took pity on her. “I’m sorry about the Rogue Squadron though.” She truly was.

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"...we all have a purpose, Tohru." Shadow said. "We may not know what it is, yet, but we do have one." He knows that from first hand experience. "Stacy picked you because you have a reason to be here, just like she did with everyone else. What that is, though, is up to you."

He let out another sigh as he stood up. "Don't worry about it. If they don't need me, it's their loss. It's their kind of thinking that'll probably get them killed in the end..."

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That was something he didn’t have to tell her. She knew that she had a place; she just didn’t find it quite yet. She was still feeling her way about the ships mysterious rooms and places. She was still trying to wrap her head around how everyone got to this place, she knew something with Stacy and all that stuff, but she still didn’t understand why she was chosen. There were so many different people that could fight or geniuses that could do math and engineering and she could not. Why her? “I know that.” She chuckled, “I just don’t know why I was brought here. There were so many better choices then me. I’m happy though to have been lucky enough to be chosen by Stacy, it just makes me wonder why I was really brought here in the first place.” The brunette chuckled softly and smiled “If there’s a kitchen…perhaps I’ll cook for everyone. It may be something small, but I think it could help a lot.”

Tohru knew that some people became comfortable in a new place with the type of food that was there. If there was something good and familiar to them, they would feel a bit more comfortable. It helped with Kisa when she was staying at Shigure’s house. Her mother told Tohru how she liked her meals and what she liked to eat, so Tohru made them for her so she would become more comfortable around Tohru and maybe get her to talk again. She felt bad for the little girl. Then the thought came to her mind. Did she and Hiro survive? They were only in middle school! They couldn’t be gone! How…how awful and cruel that would be! They had a bright future ahead of them. Tohru understood if she had been killed, and they had lived, she would have been happy. She lived eighteen years of life, and they were good years! She wouldn’t complain. When that thought buzzed into her mind and steadily moved to the constant worrying back of her mind, she turned to Shadow again and listened to what he had to say.

“Well…” she began, “…that’s a bit of a sad thought.” She was honest. Tohru was almost, always honest. There were times where she kept the truth hidden or away from the eyes of the others, but those times were always rare. “I don’t think that you should give up on doing something you want. Perhaps, try another way. There has to be some sort of other…fighting group on the ship that you would do a thousand times better for!” There had to be. The ship was big enough, and obviously they would be fighting some sort of strange enemies along their travels.