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He pauses and raises an eyebrow at Duck. "What, seriously? You've got low standards, Duck."

Duo tries a smile.

"No, you really were!" Duck insists, looking from one to the other.

"You guys saved Mytho and then you totally weren't scared of Fakir at all and - I'm really glad you were both there!"

Trowa shrugs a little.

"It wasn't much."

"Wasn't anything." Duo's slowed his pace a little. He is not glancing back at the church, but it's an effort. What's wrong with him?

"I think it is . . . but maybe if you save people's lives all the time . . ."

But Duck's already saved Mytho like three times and she STILL thinks it's a big deal!

Trowa glances down at Duck.

Mildly, "Not so often."

That it doesn't still matter, that is.

The glance he shoots at Trowa is telling, if you know Duo and his mental state well.

He closes his eyes, and his shoulders hunch a little.

Trowa's still looking at Duck, and misses the glance entirely.

Probably.

The hair half-obscuring his face makes it hard to be sure.

"Well, then it's a big deal!" Duck says, knowledgeably.

"Listen," Duo says, voice suddenly rough. "Can we quit talking about saving lives? Just tell the kid to stay off high places."

Trowa's glance at Duo is quick and unreadable. But that's nothing new.

"Sure."

For a moment, it seems as if he's going to leave it at that. Then, to Duck: "What are your classes like here?"

Duck glances at Duo, startled. "But - he's gotta live on the second floor!" she says, biting her lip, before answering Trowa's question.

"Uh, well, there's a lotta dancing, and we gotta write essays sometimes, and we study all the ballet stories and we get to watch the advanced class dancing 'cause they're a lot better than us. . . I dunno if that's like how it was where you guys went to school . . ."

"Didn't go to school."

Well, okay. He did for a year when he was at the church. But that's the last thing he wants to talk about, now.

"Oh, well, that's okay!" Duck says brightly. "You know so much stuff and you can do so much, I bet you didn't need it!"

-or, maybe he does want to talk about it?

"The only times I was ever at school, I didn't learn the important things there. And during the war it was only a disguise. Never was a normal kid."

That makes two of them.

Trowa, however, feels no need to share.

Duck is so not qualified to talk about normal kids.

She flails a little, wobbling back and forth on her feet as she looks uncertainly at Duo.

"Um . . . I don't know what's important to learn at school, but - if you can help people isn't that what's import-"

Wait, Duo said that she wasn't supposed to talk about saving people's lives! She cuts off, looking guilty.

"Yeah, well, I didn't do them any damn good either."

Duo stalks off ahead of them, this time.

Duck does not have wings at the present time, but she gives off a general anxious fluttering air regardless as she wilts in Trowa's direction.

In a loud whisper: "W-was it something I said?"

"Not really."

From someone else, this statement would probably involve more reassuring emoting. Or more emoting at all.

Trowa doesn't seem upset, anyway?

"You're okay."

He does, however, lengthen his steps a little after that statement. Duo's not that far ahead yet.

Duck scurries to keep up.

"But - why is he so upset?"

"History," says Trowa, with helpful specificity.

"History nothing," Duo says, obviously having overheard them as they approach. "Try my whole fucking LIFE."

He spins around to face them with an angry scowl.

Duck's eyes are large and anxious.

"B-but -"

Wrong Gundam pilot if you're looking for sympathy, Duo.

Trowa's hair masks half his face; what's visible is completely impassive. He says nothing.